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Decadent: friends with the devil
This Earth is strange: just waiting to be cleansed
Decadent: friends with the devil
This body is strange: it is already coming to an end
Minutes that taste destruction
The mouth in the bone rattles softly
The Earth spins dizzyingly
Be careful, boy, don't kill him
Your past has been erased long ago
Good soldiers, beautiful levende
Now you are still fighting , but when you leave
The camp chaplain over your body
Mutters a very low prayer
Do you still wake up from the dust of death?
Decadent: friends with the devil
This Earth is strange : just waiting to be cleansed
Decadent: friends with the devil
This body is strange: it is coming to an end
Decadent, beautiful little era
The prophets have all run away
Liar and the empire is weak
No humility, no true power
The music is monotonous, the dance is monotonous
Wrinkles gather on your forehead
You still fight for your right
No matter how much you talk, no one understands
Depart from this decaying age
Awake again from the dust of death