Confiteor death-melodic / Kralupy nad Vltavou

Thrown dices, predestinate fate, destiny of fools drawn to the end.
Don''''''& #039;'''''' ;'''t pretend that you can''''''& #039;'''''' ;'''t see what is happening around you,
don''''''& #039;'''''' ;'''t try to hide yourself behind the shadow of the age.
The comfort blinds your eyes,benumbs your senses,
compels you to an edge of abyss, would you like to go on.
The poison is in our veins, everything around us dies,
you only care about yourself but you are infected too.
Only acts can save as, acts for which it''''''&# 039;'''''' '''s too late
it''''''&# 039;'''''' '''s not possible to halt on the way to doom

Egoistic butchery of the nature,
depredation of beauty that remained here.
Suicidal act of madness, slitting of the artery giving life.

Avidity and self-interest sucking the blood
from the wounds of the injured Earth.
But she will follow us on our last way on a hearse.

Our representatives are against us all, don''''''& #039;'''''' ;'''t see our death, desire to rule.
Paid liars, sold honor and justice, bought characters and our lives.+

Why are we so blind, not seeing the havoc staying round the corner,
why are we so obstinate because of profit worthier than our lives.

We are selling everything, our lives our affection,
things that don''''''& #039;'''''' ;'''t belong to us, other beings, nature the whole world.

We want to blind oursleves, we want to force ourselves, not to see what is the reality.
We don''''''& #039;'''''' ;'''t avow ourselves to this genocide, we disown ourselves because of pose.
We know we are guilty but still it is not too late
to take our future in our hands
to change our minds and reclaim what we have done
it''''''&# 039;'''''' '''s an acceptable tax for our lives.