Texty: Angel Corpse. Embrace.

[Music Palubicki/Helmkamp; Lyrics Helmkamp]

What is to be of this pestilience
That makes empires tumble like tears
The dust of millenia - fallen ages
Staunches the flow of dawning horizons
Obscuring -
While the days crumble as their hours unfold
A sensual swooning - prophetic mocking
As the soils swallow the seeds of the past

Each one of us to his own