Woe. when fear is our bridle Oh , Tomorrow's a grinning skull
Lost in the claws of decay 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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