Lletres: Filth Of Mankind. The Final Chapter. Sailing Towards Destruction (Rejs Ku Zagladzie).

A possessed ride straight into a radioactive sun
Shining darkly in a black sky
At the helm are clowns in suits
Smiling, they hide that what everyone knows

Group madness still makes us believe
That this ship is still under control
That we're still on course
To dock in a safe harbor

Open your eyes! The captain's insane!
We're blindly sailing! This trip is the end!

You still dumbly believe in their lies
Because it's too hard to live without a ray of hope
And the madmen in power will still stand at the helm
Until the earth turns to dust.

No one cares to admit that the helm is broken
The race towards power forces them to laugh
Blinded, they count on salvation in the life - boats
Meanwhile, like rats the fight at the helm