Inferno

When the blind stands before you Only there and then will the realization Of our civilisation become clear So when the mute starts to preach We sinners will listen And the deaf will hear our confessions The irony of the senses is that they only make us weaker That real strength is beyond the rich mans wealth Ignite the final inferno Let tomorrows flames erase mankind Tear down the banners of our race A new Utopia enshrined Marching towards oblivion Praying for your brothers fall The final chance is lost Our salvation is inevitable What we call weakness Is a treasure forgone When the mute starts to preach We sinners will listen And the deaf will hear our confessions Ignite the final inferno Let tomorrows flames erase mankind Tear down the banners of our race A new Utopia enshrined