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