Tanssin jumala [English translation]

Why do children kill themselves

Dive under bombs

When they come down on villages

Good has been given from above

The hand of god is a callous fist

It's whip and staff have solidified

A father's hand hits it's child

Even if it hanged on the knuckle

You have to continue my work

Lord of the dance

The work has been continued for a million nights

The knife has been turned and the grease has been poured

The gluttonous ears have listened with desire

The screams of agony, confessions

It has to stop

So if we are the last generation

What good has man bought on earth

What good will he still bring?