Holding to ruins
The choir of equality
Vainly sing
Their last anthems of lament

I see the signs of Man's disgrace
I stand as the prophet of the Fall of Man

The prude whore of human dignity
Shall be coldly raped for absolution
And left lying in its blood to the vultures

And twilight shall swallow
In an abyssal void
The parasitic remains
Of an obsolete world

Herald of the wasteland
I proclaim the Fall of Man !
New aeons await...