Descent to Oblivion - The Modern Age Slavery

Bow down to the birth of the new man

Through the sunset of a race a new time of glory

All of us — the will to survive

Few of us — the will to move on

No life is too short to be wasted with no signs of honour

An everlasting eye beholds the rise of a golden day

While immortality closes its arms

One and deathless

Outworn of mankind is the chain to break up in fragments

A step towards the perfection.

A step that justifies despair

One last picture through despair

That is our peace: a given privilege to die

A craven descent to oblivion

But nothing higher than that to rest upon

The only indelible sign to a discerning eye

That beholds the rise of a golden day while immortality closes its arms

Born from the ashes of the divine perished glory

Abolishing death in the supremacy of a new man