Throngs of Redeemers with only right visions
From the mouth of each one, the slimy serpent's crawling out
Intrusive hissing creeping into head through one's ears
Tangles of voices, tangles of sermons, chaos breeds

Spirals of uproar
We are plunged into cacophony
Entangled in labyrinths of twisted voices
Observing insolence conquering the nations
Words as weapons, weapons instead of words
Killing for better truths as supreme vindication

Humility turns into pride
Youth is lecturing the elder
Destruction is considered progress
Violence is admired as an art

They call looting justice
The truth is called a lie
Anarchy means freedom
And white's no longer white

Resisting to be led astray
Looking for a way out from the maze
Vultures patiently circling around
To tear our history to shreds
Hailstorm of new sharp principles colliding under a steel sky
Echoes of screeching, painful as needles in ears
Hollow proclamations merging into one formless mass
To infest the cerebral what remains in us.
Spirals of uproar
We are plunged into cacophony
The brotherhood of men disrupted by short-lived egoism
So easy to ruin the patrimonies of ancestors
Under the flag of super-rightful revolution
They serve us new truths that taste even worse than old lies

They call looting justice
The truth is called a lie
Anarchy means freedom
And white's no longer white

Resisting to be led astray
Looking for a way out from the maze
Vultures patiently circling around
To tear our history to shreds

Resisting to be led astray
Plunged in cacophony
Looking for a way out from the maze
Plunged in cacophony
Vultures patiently circling around
Plunged in cacophony
To tear our history to shreds
Plunged in cacophony