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