The Great Divide 가사

The rising of the century Did not bring catharsis. The rising of the century Did not bring salvation. The crack is getting deeper, The flames are burning higher. Lost and hunted refugees Are chanting in the circle. The predators of the great divide Are cutting their throats, Slicing their guts, And drinking their blood. This world was always fertile At the root of our tongues. Our tongues were always cut At the root of our words. We have reached the good and evil And we didn't speak much. Bloody soil - fertile land, Bloody soil - fertile land. But then we had to leave To go further, Through blistering heat, Chasing death, Erasing distance Devouring time with Infinite greed. Now we are here Sensitive to shadows, Speaking to the dead And burning alive In our ritual songs. The sky is set alight as though the stars Were at war. The desert is burning With cold flames. White astronauts Are reflected on the surface. Golden mountains Are shining in the distance. This is the black circle And this the black cross. This is the dark funeral at midnight. A bloody horizon Has consumed the sun In the machine 2000 and one.