Graveland کے بول

Mankind - proud conqueror and king Swings its flag of primal glory to the winds Titans of the power-myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail So weak, so hollow-minded The primat flock responds The jester race submits For each day of war is a failure for man Enslaved to her mordial genes Illusions bleed from their fetid cores Bent to their rotten extremes We, the plague of Terra Firma Nature´s grand and last mistake Plant the poisoned seed of cancer Set the severed fruits awake Burning like frozen relics In God´s archaic graveland Burn the visionaire Kill the ideologies Mankind must die The doves and the angels return to their graves With flames on their pestilent wings While mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies To rape their utopian dreams Living the last days of evolution's end From the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend