The sands of time are running low
Spending, wasting
Nobody escapes

Trash eaters, their temple is a slaughterhouse
Wish seekers what are your looking they are in a insane grouse

Centuries are gone
Our bones will turn into glass
Beyond the ages
We must prevail
There is no rest

I wouldn't spill the innocent’s blood
They don't belong to the underworld

Trash eaters, their temple is a slaughterhouse
Wish seekers what are your looking for?
They are in a insane grouse

Centuries are gone
Our bones will turn into glass
Beyond the ages
We must prevail
There is no rest

Slavery based in connection
This mankind information era
We’ve been turned back to dark ages
Billions of undead the users of this addiction

(Chorus)
Centuries are gone
Our bones will turn into glass
Beyond the ages
We must prevail
There is no rest