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Orphaned by the gods of old

Unbound by the shackles of faith

Gloria in terra hominum

The smith forges his own chains

The great tree of life

The axe that struck it down

By the arm of men it fell

By the command of the mortal shell

Gloria in terra hominum

Praised be the kingdom of men

Stellar constellations

Crumble and fall

From the firmament

Crushing all our heads

Night time everlasting

You will not see

The light of day

You will not see

A prison built by our kin

That we force on ourselves

Hope has left this realm

No soul shall be spared

The great tree of life

The axe that struck it down

By the arm of men it fell

By the command of the mortal shell

Gloria in Terra hominum

Praised be the kingdom of men

Stellar constellations

Crumble and fall

From the firmament

Crushing all our heads

Night time everlasting

You will not see

The light of day

You will not see

A shiny blade of gold

Is thrust into the skin of Gaia

Digging the resting grave

Of maggots that feast on her