Necropolis Fall now seems to be everywhere... and how can it not, now that HE no longer speaks
World fire - the order of the hour, at the edge of the world the same old wound
The earth is screaming, but from Asphalt is suffocating, can't you hear it ticking louder
Say Worm, are you looking for prey in rotten fields? And why don't you see the little lights flickering?
Were piled up as grave lights of the world until the rusty carapace falls from the earth.
Once banished to cold crypts, awe-inspiring underworld, you are the origin the truth that every mutt barks today.
The dead are no deader than the shadows in the ravines, as they heave their mausoleum higher, stone by stone.
Each one works diligently, diligently the others, on every monument the rust begins to move
And with it a thousand spores creep along â said the raven: ânever again!â
Today a part of the world, the iron forest, is dying disintegrates into rust
The stream of bad luck swells in waves, gently absorbing man by man
Eisenwald // Earth gap // Lung steam // Crater fight
Modern spirit // That promises nothing // As Urge for action // To the downfall
Crypt storm in the earthly realm paints your faces as pale as death
The necropolis inverts the spirit that vegetates within us
Silence booms from all skulls as we lean towards the abyss
A stillborn generation, good and right to the father of the earth

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