Monoton - Orange Sector, Grendel

Out of the shimmering bitterness

An escalation of violence

Born from discontent

Relentless ardor

And a broken faith

Fueling a specter of decay

As a call for change

Under leaders unsound

We stand in tatters and tears

Staring up to the skies

With all our hopes and fears

With severed hope

And social decay

Awaiting transition

On this crippled dogs day

In fate we trust

Bring it for me

We need to instigate

We need to aggravate

Though divided

May we be free men still

Let those bastards burn

And be damned if they will