Out from the abyss it has risen
Bringing the fire, the drought, the fear
Tearing the mankind from the streets
Came like a spectre from our greed

Splinters our freedom into silence
Raging the days soon last for years
Exhausted Sam must swim in oil
Is it too late when penguins boil?

Hell comes higher

Tired vigilante ruled for decades
Lives in the land of hopes and dreams
Descended to wake up the sleeping giant
Furnice, the Earth, we long deceived

Opens our wounds and tears our scars
Teacher, the judge, divides apart
We shall not breathe our memories
We will not live in harmony

Hell comes higher

It's too late when penguins boil

Hell comes higher