Born from the dregs of reptiles
They are preparing to die
Lobotomised by supremacy

For fire one kills from the cold one dies

Primordial instincts forcing the concept of divine

Generated by fear and neglected

Where only the microscopic germ

Has the power to annihilate or forgive
For fire one kills from the cold one dies


Awake! Only death is certain
Dawn of this world
Awakening of dawn

Only death is certain in this dying world

Tnemom sseldne na eb lliw hsalc lanif eht rof gnitiaw

Yaw fo dne eht ot sdael seiceps eht fo gninnigeb eht

The beginning of the species leads to the end of the way

Waiting for the final clash will be an endless moment

Glimmers of knowledge were not handed

What we have created will destroy us