This World Shall Fall - Shylmagoghnar

Slowly — yet steadily

The curtain for mankind falls

Like chariots, unmanned, we ride

Straight towards the chasm

(And) just as sure, as the wind blows

Our great walls will crumble

We are drawn — like poison from a wound

Now only emptiness remains

We have abandoned;

cast our rights away

We have run our course

The final chapter;

is closing near

As vultures circle to feed

Like chariots, unmanned, we ride

Straight towards the chasm

This world shall fall!