Woe... when fear is our bridle
Lost in the claws of decay
Oh, Tomorrow's a grinning skull
That leads our way
Sweet oblivion rocks us
In a cradle of darkness
Reel to the first tune
In the crescendo of death
Each delight becomes a jeering guilt
Our mohters viscera sticks bleedin' in our throat
So we grunt and we belch without any dread
Prelude the eventide of the tellural breed
Just like a desease
Our race increase
Just like a noctural dream
We'll fade away one day
Oh father tell me why
The last flower died in my hands
For castles in the air
They burned down the ground
And a hand full of dust
For my life
Hark! To our mothers scolding
Discord is the harvest of greed
Trust no pray into the emptiness
Still havoc feasts ... on mankind

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