Triumph of Death

Human, a child of the Earth
Still following his rules and laws
Demanding, enslaving and using
Enthroned himself as a lord of the whole

Creator of a God of a man
Too proud to perceive the realities
His constant way to the grave
A fate set up by the code

To the grave, to the grave
Still marching on
To the gates, to the gates
Where the death awaits you

Come closer, my child
Now sleep well in my arms
Cold kiss of death
Shall free your final breath

To the grave, to the grave
Still marching on
To the grave, to the grave
You'll meet the human dead
So dead
So cold, dead

O tempera, o mores
How weak became this pride
Ad portas inferi
Where even death may cry

Human, a child of the Earth
Still following his rules and laws
Demanding, enslaving and using
Enthroned himself as a lord of the world

To the grave, to the grave
Still marching on
To the grave, to the grave
You'll meet the human dead
To the grave, to the grave
To the grave, to the grave
Still marching on

We're marching on
To the grave



Credits
Writer(s): Piotr Wiwczarek
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