Текст песни Grieved Mankind (Black Clovds)

Deprived from our creation Regression to our demise The march of human beings Machines replace mankind Destined to ruin All what we touch Barcode marked for a lifetime Ready for the grand finale Dark clouds approaching in the sky Walk towards the cliff that await Upcoming generations A hideous landscape Where grief rules above everyone As long as we exist This hecatomb won’t stop One more victim Of the hand that feeds me The one you tried to bite Try no longer son, this is a lost war