Kali Yuga

Finally it`s here,
The great, the terrible.
Finally we are born.
The most guilty, The bold

Nothing quite as beautiful and cold,
As the splendid forver we uphold.
Arise!
Tomorrow will be a cold day,
With us, on the soil you may stay.
Arise!
Daughters grief in great confusion.
What is this world? Where is the promised solution?
Arise.
No tommorrow,
Just sadness and sorrow.
Sing!
Worship the final final,
The great great is here.
Circle is drawn,
Hear our final call.
Are we the leftovers?
Your godly lovers?