Lyrics
Hail the pitiful lie,
The parasite of man,
The age of total decay
And endless misery!
Chaos arise!
Chaos arise!
The death of balance,
Can never be undone!
Idols smashed to bits and cities reduced to ash!
What man creates, man destroys!
If it is built then it will burn!
Chaos arise!
Chaos arise!
The hour of great contempt,
The arousal of disgust!
Scorn for scorn,
No shepherd, one herd!
Desperate enthroned kings:
The privileged model of truth,
The fruitful mother of popular error,
Its many faces, its thousand roots!
What man creates, man destroys!
If it is built then it will burn!
