Текст песни Morbid Violence The Winds of Madness And the Kings of a Past

Gone without trace, despondent
I'm appealing to you, the Kings of non - existence
Devastation has absorbed all the world
And the wind of serenity are blowing over here.

You, strong - spirited, brake down the system.
Rise! Walk through the backs of your slaves!
Their souls are put into chains of virtue
No mercy on them. Like there no Gods.

Mankind never honours it's genius and mind
This disease distracts their souls
No treachery's more severe
Then a treachery of your own.

Cut their heads, soil in blood!
As someone of you has believed in power!
Let the one who prefferd the virtue
Ever live in heaven in peace.

Rise from the past, go out proudly
We urge you, hear our call!
Flutter the winds of madness and happiness
Light your seeds in the sky.

And you, oh the winds staying at the sea!
Why making the surface creep with your squalls
Spill as a storm over the world of madness
And break out the throuhts that has chained us.

Let each one choose his own way,
But not the ways decide for us
And if there were Gods in this world
They would die of pity at once.

The winds of mindlessness, madness and happiness
Go to hell, blow out the eyes.
Let him see haw callously we came to think.
Let him laugh at our miseryness so loudly

And those in whose heart the aspiration is beating
With sarcasm, contempt for belief in Gods
Those build their aim and know that they are destined
To be the Kings of the Future, to be the desting winds.