Praise The Stench

Death rises upon the fertilized fields

The hand of the Maker destroys all your relics

So when you come in fame, your people praise the stench

Their fate collapses to elevate your name

No way to the light!

A treacherous punishment offends the heavens

You once again accepted the path which you shouldn't stick

(The path which you shouldn't stick

'Cause it will lead you right to the death)

Your symbols turn to ashes – their strength is worthlessness

The waiting is over – it's time to begin

Then you chose to follow serpent's tongue

Cold and venomous sting which pricked again

Have you ever recognized the lies in your own words?

(In your own words)

Temples will hail the sacrifices

You treat them like an idols, respecting them

But we're here to mutilate and to waste

If the sons of our land continue to live like slaves

Time can not change the course of every deed that you have done

But we've given to you the last chance to improve yourself

So praise the stench of your fallen idols

They are delighted when you are despised

You are the one who will never be prized

You're left alone, watching the burned horizon