Welcome to the fall of the century the creeping hate plays the end-theme Deadly chanting songs and we were its rhymers The fading light of all what was holy
And so far we have been, our buildings touched the sun How deadly they sing as they burst our lands
\"For all that lives is holy and no one shall touch life's throne\" Beginning is a purpose but not on blackened lands Cold monuments of steel only machines we cultivate Death's architectures are built on our hate
The rain of the ultimate season - we'll all be brothers of decay This is the end of reason - when It rises to end our lives Kingdom of frozen emotions - our icons of bleeding stone Dioramas turned into grey lands - can we return our lies Flowing blood for the machines which determine our life Is there a turning back now - open your eyes for the real essence of life Eyes blind to understanding - we're just tools of the fall Invoking crimson December - and this was life
Moment of Judgement: \"I'm the final one taking the power of the sun - fire to the universe your heavens shall burn Over the seven seas I've come to see you on your knees - oceans rise, thunder and ice I'll cast your land with shades the eclipse is on the wait - no sun for the sunborn darkness to light And over every hill you'll hear my majestic will - sun so sombre paleness so pure\"
There has something happened to this world-all leads to decease Towards end time we march and let our children weep The fountain of life is frozen - mirrors reflecting blood We just leave unlife in our lifetime and by our failing we degenerate
For the next generation a vacant soil and cold resources May they bring back the life we wasted and destroyed
Speech of Judgement: \"I have risen in the dark of night to make You tremble mankind I, the light fearer I sense no time see me unbound at midnight Join me in rejecting the lies or You'll be forlorn If you won't atone for your sins your world will die\"
But to blind to see we darkened our destiny The sun will swallow a vacant planet which name will long be forgotten ...and may this tragedy come over the next living We're death's sons-life decays in us The ashes we leave are like the air we breath Grey of machines' dust comes over the world Ash mother, dark father - wipe us away!
This was the turn of the century our creeping hate played the end-theme Death bringing songs have slipped through our lips and Life's holiness is forever gone