Majesty I wish you illness and pain
'Cause you destroy us every day
Feeling pleased with our agony
Drinking our blood and stealing our souls

Your ambition has no end tells lies
Numbs a lethargic and ignorant crowd
Fueled by your sordid and decadent order
Financing your filthy scum and your rot

Your majesty, your days of glory will end
Your head will be hung as a prize
Your fall is our triumph and pleasure
Your punishment will be the best example to fear

We live in a widespread pandemonium with no end
Permanent torture for your endless pleasure
You torture and kill us slowly
Grow within us hate and a lovely revenge