1. KOLONIA SPALONYCH CIAL

Burned bodies come out of the graves,
They are looking for their children
Lost,
Nailed to the tables in the kitchen with tongues
Nails!
Step by step
Martyred
Step by step
Tireless
Step by step
Dekompletni
Step by step
The incinerators, cut away, pass the corpses of their brothers.
They go to the homes of their neighbors, crying for Vengeance,
Haunting their murderers
These.
Frightening
Their hellish fire for their sins,
But More can not do anything.
Because they are dead!
Murderers alive!
They are worried.


2. ZGROZA

The powerlessness of your sacrifice is painfully painful
It's more to prick with a knife.
Kara will miss you murderer.
Her hands were stained with bloodless power;
A muffled scream among the engines;
The pain of the mother for the pleasure of your murderer;
Pain, suffering, blood and pleasure ...


3. SMIERC KRESEM WSZYSTKIEGO

Omnia mors aequat

Addicted in incessant
Consumption-disposal is so lasting.
I can not stand my helplessness
Against the bestial humanity.
The world becomes empty because it is spilling out
I prefer to create, quench inspiration.
Too far, humanity has gone and I'm bleeding.

And skeletons dance in their dance
Clouds and count who is going to die today.
Here the deceased opened his eyes and saw the soulless Produced in the factories of death.
He strips people of honor, their feelings and soul

I run away to my child's dreams
Imagination of dreams and fairy tales, but not
I can be blind to global animality.
Mors ultima linea rerum!