Текст песни Wretched Sons

Know this wretched sons of man Born in the time of everlasting fire Your holy father a billion years gone Unaware of your punitive existence Unconcerned with your dismal fate Incapable of answering your feeble prayers Black priests of inevitable doom The harbingers of inescapable ruin Pathetic faith in miserable gods Reveals the spirit of these wretched men The myth of destiny perished With self determination No afterlife no world without end There is no good news for men Behold the grand finality Of all the common man holds so dear Not just yourselves but your legacy of progress Aghast at the truth of death You’ll surrender Lay down your weapons And submit to the black The spirit of man Is already dead