Текст песни: Cortege + перевод

Strike off the root of all holy

Water your roots with these ideals

Wipe off the weeping shroud, enter new worlds, open the universe

I see, I feel our tomb

Counter of paces, your work will end

Count, stride, freeze, gaze, head held high

You will be beheaded, too

Remembrance is gone and so are you

I shoulder your coffin

You shoulder mine

A thousand steps to go, a thousand to our tomb

I see, I feel our tomb

The stampede for the answers will never end

The chase after the truth will accelerate

But no time will predominate, so you will die of exhaustion

But no exposition will satisfy, so you will die of despair, again

Strike off the root of all holy

Water your mind with clarity

Escape from the tomb

Escape from the lies

Enter the worlds you once denied

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