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In the year of "duo milia duodecim"

The mankind has fallen

Bow your head down and feel

As we reach the hell

Your god won't help you now

And I believe it never did

Release your anger

In eternal suffering and slavery

It's so cold...

In this dead world...

We are so alone...

In this depressive mikrokosmos...

We are the emptiness

We are the ravine

We are the solitude

We are the cause of doom

We are the fire

We are the pest of life

We are ashamed

We are the mankind

It's so cold...

In this dead world...

We are so alone...

In these depressive times...

We are so old...

In this empty world

Now we are drowning

In our own acts

Origo humani generis exitium

Pestis vitae sunt nobis

Non loqui in linguis

Non credere in aliquid