Depraved That fake The trace The cowards My heart, our division The Hate Growing That Feeling The trace The cowards My head, your expectations That nation praise your glory Decay and raise The truth inside, daydreams Let tell us the revenge Lets us raise our hands, Scum! The rage Streams through me! Let sick my heart Tear your hope apart To this world of scorn Let tell us the revenge Lets us raise our hands, Scum! To Cold and Naive Heart