Hanging lights and moon
Now above, may be
The only place to lose yourself, they’ve not finished
Their ruins yet, after all is spilt
What will be next?
It stretches on with all, a natural progression
Easy to see, to be rid of them all
To clear the ground, between us
Thoughts to be and harbour us
Extinction/Existence of...
Empty signs and streets
No sheep to oil the machine
Primitive beasts, reclaim their land
Rebuilding their empire
The poisoning nature was once
Now a pile of ashes, human impact
Alone the destroyer, now a cringing memory
Easy to think, to be rid of the scum
To rid the world of these parasites
Sentimental thoughts, preventing reprieve
Utryddelse av menneske (Extinction of the human)
En ny bølge (A new wave)
Å mestre havet (To master the seas)
Fortsetter syklusen (Continuing the cycle)
Bare til spiral i same (Just to spiral to the same)
Tilfeldig død, (Coincidental death,)
En bevegelse av mann (A movement of man)
Hva var det verdt? (What was its worth?)
En seier til ingen... (A victory to none…)
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