The voices of the opportunists will be silenced It's a matter of the approach But pestilence tentacles are long It will be a tough fight The ravens will be the first of our vanguard Eyes of the wisdom If the croaking sounds we are already done This triumph will be ours Your dream of the lost paradise Will end if you asleep The farewell reveals all your secrecies You're damned to a silent demise The seemingly secure upper hand Will be cut off to you The rest of you can not touch her again Indifference will be your final destiny The end is already been sealed The ravens will be the first of our vanguard Eyes of the wisdom If the croaking sounds we are already done This triumph will be ours I spit my hatred "On your feet and you conscience" Over-eaten - "I am sick off" Always docile - conformist clones Tripper of suggestive words Reviewers of the gluttony Appraiser of banalities Beneficiaries and sycophants All you silent "smug greedy hypocrites" Unresisting "slick obscuring of the truth" You betrayers "You feast upon the misery of" innocence Such a wretched lying "The perversion purest form" Overcrowded throats - "bloated trivialities" Stupidity "is chosen as the glorious" Your whining "should never happen to a grace" I speak you from the right to act without penalty Only a matter of time and you will be accused to be devoured