The instinct of survival's laid to rest

The lives of those we loved'd burnt down the spiral

The world we knew's no longer a world for us



Emptiness of a living thing

Hate in oblivion, charity in stress

All exits open



No child's to be born

No life's to be revived

No feeling's to be felt



Enter chaos of this zero hour

Climb up these (cyclopean) towers

...and murder your dreams



Slaughter the loser

Unbreak the chains of compassion

... and face the bette world



A world of no human intervention

New and improved

... our dominions perished...

Pain's no longer a pain

Suffering's no longer a suffering

Both are just perfect joy



A little bit of torture

A little bit of hatred

... and the picture's complete



Tellus eliminated 

Dreams all broken

The aftermath thunders our

Monument of egodrama



We're all alone

Obscurity's in progress