Order of the Wolf x Pessimista

In a blinding blur of steel, In a hurricane of lashing blows, My sword will sing her death song; A fatal serenade. In a crimson mist of fury, In a tornado of crippling strikes, My sword will sing her death song; A fatal lullaby. Together we cleft skulls, Together we shatter spines, Together we sever limbs, Together we fight and win. You shall not pass! We will not yield! You shall not pass! We will not yield! Litter the deck with a harvest of brains, Fertilise the earth with fascist remains. Litter the deck with a harvest of guts, Fecundate the earth with fascist blood. Off with their heads! kill the bigots dead! The most beautiful fascist is a dead fascist! Off with their heads! Kill the bigots dead! The most beautiful fascist is a dead fascist! Die, Nazi scum!

We were promised a future of roads paved with glitter and gold, Instead we were led down paths, barren and littered with holes. (We were) promised a future of cities built with silver and gold, Instead we were housed in squalor riddled with dirt and mould. We were sold a dream and we bought it, They cast their net and they caught us; Ensnared forever in a capitalist nightmare. We were promised a future of riches, of diamonds, pearls and gold, Instead we were paid bare minimum with lumps of stolen coal. (We were) promised a future of hope, of equality and reward, Instead we were bound in shackles, and enslaved forevermore. We were sold a dream and we bought it, They cast their net and they caught us; Ensnared forever in a capitalist nightmare. We compromise for a better life, Forced into mandatory sacrifice. We survive but we barely live, Under the boot of the filthy rich. We’re penalised for a life of graft, No food on the table or clothes on our backs. We make do with what we’ve got, That is not enough and it never was. Abolish government!

I am moving ever closer to the point of no return, my broken body and exhausted soul ache in harmony for the sweet release of an eternity of sleep; a slumber of perfect infinite peace. I yearn to rest my head upon a pillow of dirt in a bed of earth beneath a granite headboard underneath a starlit Scottish sky. Why do I wish to die with so much life left to live? With so much love in my heart to give? Why do I wish to die? Why do I, why do I wish to die? Mourn not my passing but the agony I’m living in, celebrate my death for it will release me from my pain, cry no tears of sorrow weep only tears of joy for my suffering will be over soon, peace at last, rejoice! I yearn to rest my head upon a pillow of dirt in a bed of earth beneath a granite headboard underneath a starlit Scottish sky. Why do I wish to die with so much life left to live? With so much love in my heart to give? Why do I wish to die? Why do I, why do I wish to die? Suffering every day, suffering for eternity. Death is not the end; we live in memory.

This is the future we feared, a dystopian nightmare realised, a defining moment in our history, a time of seismic misery, we are children of catastrophe, we are pawns in a game of tragedy, we are victims of their tyranny, we are captives in a cage of austerity This is the future we feared, a dystopian nightmare realised, the darkest days of humanity, an age of cataclysmic agony, we are children of adversity, we are orphans of a failed society, we are casualties of negligence, political prisoners left for dead This is not a brave new world, this is the dawn of global fascism This is not a brave new world, this is the age of disaster capitalism This is not a brave new world, this is an era of neo-liberalism This is not a brave new world, this is the death of democracy This is not a pop culture apocalypse, this is our harsh new reality, this is the downfall of humanity, it’s the end of the world as we know it, and we’re fucked!