There will be a day When evilness will triumph over goodness The hatred will travel Aboard beasts guided by moralists The end has begun It will be slow and cruel There will be no weapons And won’t have a final blow Demons already seek these orders Already put the idiots in their bags They pretend to be lambs And you believe, sucks The deaths won’t be by thirsty The deaths won’t be by hungry Also won’t be by lack of trees Neither heating by heat of hell The prophet of chaos Says that no one will survive And you’ll become pale Just the skin and bones The prophet of chaos Never missed a prophecy Hey, motherfuckers You’ll be the first to die Fire, guns, murders? Wreck, ravage, misery? No. It shall not be so The second beast is clothed with the lamb There will be an antichrist He is the son of the devil And we’ll be deceivers of the prophet We will delude people in words of love The prophet of chaos Says that no one will survive And you’ll become pale Just the skin and bones The prophet of chaos Never missed a prophecy Hey, motherfuckers You’ll be the first to die Now the war will begin Men will kill men Everybody will be destroyed And the beast is already a spectator