comfortable madness, numb from the laughter, building machines for the war to start the day after

Fear and chaos from the many the unenlightened, all so scared and so soft, so weak all of them in the bright lights so frightened

We shall give them the dark, the silence, rob them of sanity

Such is the price for their humourless vanity

Set forth the monsters, send forth the beasts, let loose the nightmares, let us dish up the feast

Set our table with the flesh of the damned, sup on their blood that shall warm our cold hands

Under the moon under the stars, send forth the machines from blessed home Mars

Set the world ablaze, let our weed crawl, mans time is over, so shall the weak fall…..