Iron rusting in contorted heaps
Concrete walls stained and bleached
Xyklon fumes fill the place
Genocide of the highest degree

Am Ende der Gezeiten
Stieren Fratzen aus Äonen
Auf das Seelenwrack aus Vergangenheiten
Und es flüstern geschundene Dämonen
„Im Tod, da wartet neues Leid“

A stench that consumes grace
You are flesh without bone
The best thing you could do
Is rot and feed the worms

Rot and feed the worms!

A stench that consumes grace
You are flesh without bone
The best thing you could do
Is rot and feed the worms