Triumph of Death

Yeah

Human, a child of the Earth

Still following its rules and laws

Demanding, enslaving and using

Enthroned himself as the 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 make the human dead

So dead, so cold, dead

O tempora, o mores!

How weak became this pride

Ad portas inferi

Where even death may cry

Yeah

Human, a child of the Earth

Still following its 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 make 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!