Here it comes the inexorable parade
The vortex machine, unwholesome

Cannot stop the retentless march
Of the inexpressible crusher god


The land is desolate, empty,
And full of people
Nobody knows why they stand here,

Eyes wide shut
Nobody believes in the book of revelation
But the machine is here,

As the sword of judgement

White horizon is overcast by the evil gears

Steamroller crushing eternally
All what is standing here
You'd better run but you cannot escape

It has got no reason at all, apart from scrape

The inexorable machine

The machine of God
Europa, dead and gone
Procession of the beaten ones