Pandemia Slavemind
The collective soul
Succumbs to teh influence of illusions
Fused with the crowd
A virile force, a fanatized sensation
Influenced by aimless ideas
You lose your will in the crowd
Listen to the one who took in from you
He is strong now
Listen to the blind man
The one who brings you to ruin
The creator of these lies feels like
Becoming simply - a martyr
The colossal strength of ignorance
The smashing force of coalescence
Blind faith makes a slave of you
A slave to his ill vision
Enslaved by foreign dreams
Standing in the crowd conceitedly
Give an ear to the morbid liar
Help him become a martyr
Listen to the madman
Repetitive blatherings are contagious
Do build for him temples
All of you who need an idol
