The Black Hundreds in World Burns To Death

The wind blows hot dust into eyes, clogs nostrils with human soot
Hell smells just like this… of death and sulfur burning

The new wind silences the cries, under the crunch of bloodstained boots
Hell sounds just like this… of the deafening din of Dachau

The new wind snuffs humanity, smears hatred on the tips of tongues
Hell tastes just like this… of dried blood mixed with filth

Just like this… Just like this
Hell is just like this

Just like this… Just like this
Hell is just…
It's just like this…