Four minutes to doomsday
Rising to breathe outMay the word be the doubt
May it afflict the mind of those
Who don't know who they are
Living eyes into
Repugnance and contradiction
This is the proof of our strength
We try at all costs to set ourselves free
From opression that keep us bent over
It's likely for us to have our heads cut off
That we are cast away and burned
It's likely for us to have our heads cut off
Even so we will rise
We are a word
We are many but we are one
Our vigorous spirit will conquer fear
Even so we will rise
If you decide to drew your sword
Don't do it at the last moment
And also strive to have some faith
You've got to be hearted
To exert your will
Heirs to chaos and to a false moral
Not much tempted to participate
On this lying unconvenient ethics
I'm not humanitarian, it's not about love
I'm a merchant selling fresh fish