Sangtekst: Dies Irae. Genocide Generation.

Twisted bodies
Untenable pain
I commemorate today
My reprisal day

I enshrine
Stench of rotting heaven
Nest of weakness
Burning wings of angels

Fizgig nailing thousands hands
I drag holy gates, grip of coldness
Paralyze servants, refugees from capping
Desolation, genocide generation

In aftermath of kingdom
More kindness, goodness
More evil, more hell
The black rainbow
Wandering of black sky

Nothing remained
When I took revenge
It is the hay day of
Genocide generation