Текст: Fall Of Efrafa. Pity The Weak.

Fell down upon the realm of man

On a scorned mound
we erect another monolith
buckled under its own ego
another pillar of content
another milestone of man

pity the weak
we cry out in laughter
as trees are felled
how the mighty have fallen
we mock the roots

parasitic ape;
spills his black blood
blotting out the sun
wither to sallow flesh

saplings writhe where man is idle
an imperfect genocide

erected upon weakened ground
finally gave way

toppled down. toppled down