The Revolutionary Soul

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