curtain s up for this lurid age clear the ring for oppression and greed welcome to this wasteland of blight and havoc once known as my home deleting fulfilled erasing procedure done cleansing complete it s done my friend it s over and done there was nothing left but the smell of salassian blood nil and nothing left but the braying void in our homes i never forgot the eyes of the kids wrested from their moms to be sold into slavery i still can hear the cries of the raped and the bellow of the flames the hymn of absurd death heed the chronicles of lucrative genocide the annals of effaced tribes pages written in blood ave caesar augustus it s done my friend it s over and done