Maelstrom of coming war leads the blade
Consuming our vengeance
Our detest hate is ranged with nuclear klotons

The sight of loaded gun, the final strike
In war already lost in the beginning
Vacuum belongs to blind

Fanatic weapons blasting, gets shattering the earth
And more than prey they'll become - never
Hardened, they're haunted and subsequently
Will find asylum in paws of their own created vultures

I conjure that
The human kind's self-putrefaction
Too enfeebled to defiance from the deceit
Shall die

Scorched earth I witness
Rigid time in the reverence of dust
Thawing light dwells, awaiting the last strike
No fragile human being!