It is from the order of succession in nature
And not from the ever-lasting endurance of her works
That we may expect the reign of perpetual activity

In her wide domains

In her living kingdom

The ravages of decay and death
Are eternally repaired by the birth
Of new represantatives of life

As lands will vanish and appear above the waters

We are alone

And under cold stone
We rot


So afraid (so afraid)
Of change
Still we serve (still we serve)

The origin of worlds

The matter saved from such mighty wrecks

Will again be available for useful ends
The forces which seem destroyed
Only $$#ume other forms to participate

In new movements and operations

We are alone

And under cold stone
We rot


So afraid (so afraid)
Of change
Still we serve (still we serve)

The origin of worlds

I can see

A face split in a grin
And I see
A dream that did not come true

And all according to the plan
We are deer
Expected at the rear end of our own objective

All we were and are and will be
Serves the origin of worlds
Serves the origin of worlds

Serves the origin of worlds
Serves the origin of worlds