The sun lowers behind the hill…
The fog is low over the dying ground…
Covering the corpses of those who believed
In the joyful hope of entire generations

Life after Death.

The earthquakes will close on you!
Your bodies crushed by blades of ice!

You hoped to rest without anger or pain,
But you’re impaled under the sign of sorrow!

Total downfall of existence…
Someone will cut the final wire.

Death in the flames!
You’ll all be slain,
The earthquakes will close on you!
Your bodies crushed by blades of ice!