Thou has made us

Shall the works of thy hands decay

Though its comes out delayed

For thy people has turned to an angry bees

In the eyes of the beast

Who then shall overthrow his throne

Who then shall save the peasants.

Indeed thy works of hands shall decay

The beast of the wild shall dine on thine flesh

For thou has made our kingdom a desert

For thou are  the monster on the throne.

Thine sword shall swallow you

Thine red eyes shall sleep

Thine slaves shall rule your name inhabitants for thou are the monster on the throne.