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.