The curtain disclosed the stage. The last scene, to let it consummate.
Diasparagmos! The crowd demands blood, the victims of life in their own blindness.
The voice of nation is the voice of the God. Agreed! The wish of the crowd will be, the wish of the crowd fulfilled.

[lead - Kufa]

Grey-haired old man, false prophet points you out. Mad crowd's acme
With murder in their eyes. They surround the victim to strike a finishing blow in amok. Diasparagmos!
Chaotic dance of shadows among stony statues, blood shed upon the altar in the name of rebirth.
Diasparagmos! Blood and destruction. Venomous glance cast furtively. Diasparagmos!
That's the end. The pack of hounds is fed, the murderous passion has been paid back.
The beast has gone into recesses of the soul to revel in victory while dreaming

[lead - Kufa]

And when the time of awakening comes it will leave its den to set disarray.
The moment of reflection has come, the crowd has cooled down
Looking at their hands spotted with blood. Glances shrouded with silence.
Are that we? Questions without answers. Nothing but silence and smell of death.
These don't let forget about themselves. Anonymous crowd withdraws. They leave to find excuse for their vile deeds

[lead - Kufa]

Condemning themselves on forever. Forever damnation'