Plantation of Death

Hundreds and thousands of years old trees are taken down,
millions and millions of years old species are gone,
as rainforest is turned into rubber plantation.

It makes me sad, plantation of death!
It makes me mad, plantation of death!

The Aftermath

The land of beauty, the land of beast,
was brought down to it's knees.

Ghost towns, wild dogs,
broken windows, broken doors.

The sad thing is - it's even more,
beautiful than before the war.

It's so fucking peaceful!

Pool of Blood

Lying in pool of blood,
dying!

Enjoy causing pain,
skin them alive!
The only escape for them is to die.
But death wouldn't come,
time passing by,
trying to stop it they kick and they cry!

They kill for fur,
but torture for fun,
animal became raw material for them.
As they became machines themselves,
who could expect anything else!?

Shopping Malls

Losing my mind in shopping malls,
hundreds of people pushing filled shopping carts.
Spending hours on shopping tours,
spending a fortune on plastic goods,
buying their freedom, a bunch of fools.

Going mad in crowded shops,
all I wanted was a pack of beer.
I just want to get out of here!
I'm just another ant in the hill!

Fifth Horseman of Apocalypse

Infected water, toxic air,
decaying corpses, eternal night!

I can't remember the last time I saw the sun,
food is turning into ashes in my mouth.
The smell of death followed by the smell of fear,
apocalypse is here!

I wash my face, the water is burning my eyes,
I take a breath the air is burning through my lungs.
The smell of death, followed by the smell of fear,
apocalypse is here!

I can't remember the last time I saw the sun,
food is turning into ashes in my mouth.
I take a look around - there is no living soul in sight,
I lay down my head and die.

Blood for Oil

Again imperialist military forces are going around the world,
looking for new territories, pillaging the oil.
It's a holly campaign in the name of democracy with fire and with sword.
It's a holly war in the name of profit, they have it or they destroy.

Blood for oil, kill them all, it's a holly war!
Blood for oil, kill them all, modern crusade!

In the name of war on terror, they bring terror to the world.

Soylent Green

Roundup ready soybeans,
soylent green!

Lost in the New World

As he sails the seven seas, walks the endless lands,
the old man spends his final years, running from the end.

He sleeps under the southern cross, dwells under the northern star.
But no hideout is safe enough, the end is never very far.

Lost in the new world, forgotten by the old.
Without the ancient tongue his story can't be told.
The time is gaining, the time is gaining,
bringing the end.

Hear his heartbeat, echoes in the sky,
hear his dreams, in a fading cry!