I have seen the valleys of death
Where weeping flowers grow
Ugly streams of grey souls
Are marching towards the
pyre
Now blasphemic bells
Are ringing in your head
We have made a weapon of hatred
To slay the stagnant powers
To
reach the land of utopia
Where creative chaos reigns
Now blasphemic bells
Are ringing in your head
Wicked demons on the
ringside
The challenger has cut his chains
We are aiming through the fog
Digging a deeper hole
But we shall rise from the
pyre
Like a disaster from below
We have made a weapon of hatred
To slay the stagnant powers
To reach the land of
utopia
Where creative chaos reigns
So cast yourself into the flames
Lick the powers of the burning planet
It is the
reawakening
Of the revolutionary soul