On the outskirts in the domain of silence
Crooked men, alongside the murdered young ones
Laying still, prone, line of toothless
Rejoice! The inevitable is here!
The surface seems animated
Yet the inside is dead
Earth cracks, rocks shatter
Freezing wind sweeps through the air
Coldness is nothingness
Yet it will swallow us all
Crushing Black Death
Crushing Black Death
Ground is barren; Even the most sterile seeds have withered
No one finally stood beside any greater Truth
No one ascended; smokescreen now hovers deserted
Only then we are equal; when everything is erased