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Rise, bloodbath

Die, sickness

Pride, golden

Crime, scarlet

The serum of thee

Pours up as to flee

Wishes to spread his wings

Cut your rusty strings

Relax your values

Smash your idols

Beat the worm

From above you’ll see

Crush, ashes

Blaze, over

Love yourself

World empty

“Watch them clamber these swift monkeys.

They clamber over one another, and thus drag one another into the mud and the depht.

They all want to get the throne that is their madness, as if happiness sat on the throne.

Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys, and overardent foul smells their idol,

foul they smell to me, alltoghether these idolators”.