In Flames

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 in 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 ideaologies

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