The Revolutionary Soul کے بول

I have seen the valleys of death Where weeping flowers grow Ugly streams of grey souls Are marching towards the pyre Now blasphemic bells Are ringing in your head We have made a weapon of hatred To slay the stagnant powers To reach the land of utopia Where creative chaos reigns Now blasphemic bells Are ringing in your head Wicked Demons on the ringside The challenger has cut his chains We are aiming through the fog Digging a deeper hole But we shall rise from the pyre Like a disaster from below We have made a weapon of hatred To slay the stagnant powers To reach the land of utopia Where creative chaos reigns So cast yourself into the flames Lick the powers of the burning planet It is the reawakening Of the Revolutionary Soul