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