For our time is running over
And you better understand
In a million of flames
And your nations fall
A little twist of sacrifice
Destination: loss
Time holds the strings of this strain
Consecrating what we did in all this
Time holds the strings, flowing blind
Crawling forth to find another reason to die
Mere losers and abusers
We are victims of our times
Let then come the due conclusion
To the illusion of life
Sheer irrelevance and numbness
That's what you are
So concerned about the structure
Sick tallow dolls
Your society is a cancer
And your world such a failure
I will never be a slave to your laws
As above, so below
For all creation shall now fall
On the war fields of massacre
The eve of eternity
For the end of humanity
Is now close at hand
Nemo dat quod non habet
It's on us all
The stench of fear so putrid
As we march on
Towards our destination
For the conflict never ever ends
Like the pain inside
Torn between all extremes
Till the end of time
Time holds the strings of this strain
Consecrating what we did in all this
Time holds the strings, flowing blind
Crawling forth to find another reason to die
Writer(s): Ettore Rigotti
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