Stench Of The Iron Age

The crippled bull of dischord, wrath, and avarice
Will find its way into another age
Ebb, flow, return again. Flower of disease blossoms again
Speak; do not tremble. Gasp contently and disappear

Oh! This dance of distraction; we ponder the pities of plastic and passion
We learn, in cold precise fashion, as we merge with this cancer we've made
Behold! Eternal returning; arise the black sun, this scorched earth has stopped turning
Deceit, our modern condition. We stare at the face of this grand contradiction

Speak! Do not tremble. Gasp contently and disappear
You will hide in the caverns of mountains. Vomit, the stench of this iron age
Nameless creatures, speaking in tongues forgotten.
Of fear, born fire and rage (Fear, born fire and rage)

Only traces are left behind. Sorry, silent stares breathing poisoned air
Children shrieking towards the sky. Hatred they declare, and they care not where
Ebb, flow, return again. Flower of disease blossoms again
Speak! do not tremble. Gasp contently and disappear

Oh! This dance of distraction; we ponder the pities of plastic and passion
We learn, in cold precise fashion, as we merge with this cancer we've made
Behold! Eternal returning; arise the black sun, this scorched earth has stopped turning
Deceit, our modern condition. We stare at the face of this grand contradiction.