En la marcha del mundo al inferno, en el interminable invyerno, muestra lucha apenas komienza. Veremos ke muestro opresor venza. Afilu la noche es larga i oskura, no emos perdido muestra ternura. Pronto verash salir el sol otra vez kuando rompemos su arrogante altigüez'. Even though it seems like defeat's our only choice, a hymn to revolt shall be raised by every voice. We will prevail above their wealth and their power. In every heart there lies a bud waiting to flower. We'll pull down the tyrants and the robber barons alike. Their day is over, it's our time to strike. So come and give us the worst of your abuse, for we are stronger; we have nothing to lose. En la marcha del mundo al inferno, en el interminable invyerno, muestra lucha apenas komienza. Veremos ke muestro opresor venza. English translation (first two verses): In the march of the world into the fire, while the winter seems like it won't expire, our struggle has really just started. We'll make our oppressors know their plans have been thwarted. Even though the night seems far too long and dark, we have not lost our brains or our heart. Soon you will see again the Sun will rise, when we break down their haughtiness and pride. Ladino translation (last two verses): Afilu pareska ke seremos vensidos, todos kantaran de revolta unidos. Venseremos kontra rikeza i poder. En kada korason hay brote asperando floreser. Venseremos a la djente de piron. Folgaremos kon un ardiente batayon. Venish i dandos la peor ke tenesh, porke mozotros somos mas fuertes.

As this disease runs through my arteries, I ache so much for my home away from home, for that fateful place where there is no disgrace. But for now I am and shall remain alone. I am relaxing here, yet I am filled with fear that I will never see his face again, that I may never kiss her dainty lips. My only friend here is the freezing rain. All I want to do is make love on the seventh anniversary of the end of the world. All I need to do is make love on the seventh anniversary of the end of the world. And I contemplate this strange old date which marked the turning of a strange new dawn. The life I knew evaporated like dew. All I'm certain of is that world is gone. My love, it cries for something that ties me back to the world that I left behind, but as well someone anchored in the Sun who is unafraid to take the rope and bind.

The other day I took a pill that set my body on fire. It will burn away my impurities and wrap me round with wire, plug myself into the mainframe, zap out all the pain, electrocute the tiny bugs that eat holes in my brain, and if i will not understand my somatic mystery rites, the only thing that keeps me alive is continuing to fight, so take my hand and walk again, the fog will soon abide. There's nothing much that we can do so let's go take a ride. Let's go, let's go, L-E-T-S-G-O. Let's go, let's go, L-E-T-S-G-O. Nothing here is set in stone: the blood rite might be overthrown. Let's go, let's go, L-E-T-S-G-O. Let's go, let's go, L-E-T-S-G-O. Nothing here is set in stone: the blood rite will be overthrown. The way it goes can't be the same since I set my body on fire; now it's a discordant harmony like a polyphonic choir. I can't say if I'll live or die so let me simply be. Who woulda thought we'd be stronger if we lived our lives more free? I wanna make a melody that rings throughout the world, I wanna speak twelve languages and kiss some pretty girls (and boys), and if I have to conquer just to do the things I love then wait until the fire comes a-raining from above.

Everything has cracked; nothing here but pain. It's come time for a change. God is on His throne, watching here below. Nothing but His tears falling low. In this hopeless life living just to wait, everyone above us set us bait, and we will keep on picking but the floods, they will not stop, the Earth, it opens up, and the cruel space shall suck us dry. Nothing will be left of us. All the world's a farce; it breaks your bloody knees and it dares to claim it's destiny, but nothing could be further from the truth won't set us free when it's all trivial words, words that we can neither hear nor see, and half of it is still a lie. Nothing here will last, eroded by the tides that beat down everything to proper size, and soon I will go under. I don't know what I want; my brain is all a blank. Oblivion is when I feel most free. What is left for us but to do or die? Seven years, my tearducts have run dry, and soon my body falls apart. My brain is melting down, dripping in the dirt. All my soul is screaming in alert (and no one shall deliver me). Hell is the true name of this dying world. Let the old red standard be unfurled, for we have come to take it. And we stand up on our legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days. And we stand up on our legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days. Running toward the end of this bloody place, nothing holds us back— we're gone without a trace. Blowing up the exit as we take our leave, we'll set this world on fire. Crushing every castle, burning every mansion, we're running through the trenches— this ain't a time for dancing. The blasts are our alarms to wake us from our sleep. We'll set this world on fire. Am I well-equipped to understand this fate? Destroying everything I see, all creatures small and great. No end is there in sight, just the wheels of flame. I'll set this world on fire. We're calling no retreat; there is no turning back. We'll either crush the rulers or be crushed by their attack. Break this drowning world. Seal its thorny fate. We'll set this world on fire. What do I have left? Nothing left to lose. All that's needed is to light the fuse (no time for hesitation). All I want to do is see the sky turn blue, but first it has to set ablaze again (and I will stoke the fires). There's nothing left for me except to wait and see what the final word is from above. And I stand up on my legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days.