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We tight-rope the cusp of total collapse

Cutthroat cruel lust and stone wall regress

We manage to damage beyond the pale

Cold hammer attack, every threat is a nail

Gouge out all eyes, rip out all teeth

The violent are blessed as they murder the weak

There’s not enough blood to quench the land

The birds will descend for the gone of man

The gone of man

The gone of man

The gone of man

Future of pain whence the present malaise

Fractured assurance eclipsed by rage

Nuture the process of nature’s swift scythe

The death of all “selves”, the peace of no mind

The sand wears our skulls, the smile of the shore

The ocean rejoices for the human no more

The reign of true silence, no boast of our end

Here lies all tyrants, the gone of man

The gone of man

The gone of man

The gone of man

From whence we came

The chaos, the womb

With gnashing and tears

We crawl to our doom

From whence we came

The chaos, the womb

With gnashing and tears

We crawl to our doom

Ash, black ash

Hand in hand

Ash, black ash

Hand in hand

Beg the mountains to fall

To hide us from her gall

Beg the thunder to pound

To deafen her laughing bawl