Deserted Burned Land, Full of Despair
Empty of Hope, Mourning Stones Remain
To Tell the End So Inevitable
Can You Say Why Everything is Gone a Mechanism of Illusions
To Erase Our Feeble Kind, to Corrupt Any Form of Life
As we Blindly Accept the Calling we Kept Ourselves Hypnotized
And Ready to be Consumed Fragments of Existence
Extinguish Even the Last of You to Gain Total Advantage Duplicate Life
Replace Forms Where it is Needed to be Concluded Until it's Final Task
Empty of Hope, Mourning Stones Remain
To Tell the End So Inevitable
Can You Say Why Everything is Gone a Mechanism of Illusions
To Erase Our Feeble Kind, to Corrupt Any Form of Life
As we Blindly Accept the Calling we Kept Ourselves Hypnotized
And Ready to be Consumed Fragments of Existence
Extinguish Even the Last of You to Gain Total Advantage Duplicate Life
Replace Forms Where it is Needed to be Concluded Until it's Final Task