Graveland

Mankind proud conqueror and king
Swings its flag of primal glory to the winds
Titans of the power-myth that failed
Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail.

So weak, so hollow-minded
The primat flock responds
The jester race submits.

For each day of war is a failure for man
Enslaved in her mordial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores
Bent to their rotten extremes.

We, the plague of Terra Firma
Nature's grand and last mistake
Plant the poisoned seed of cancer
Set the severed fruits awake
Burning like frozen relics
In god's archaic graveland.

Burn the visionaire
Kill the ideaologies
Mankind must die.

The doves and the angels return to their graves
With flames on their pestilent wings
While mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies
To rape their utopian dreams.

Living the last days of evolution's end
From the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend.