Triumph of Death

Human, a child of the Earth Still following his rules and laws Demanding, enslaving and using Enthroned himself as a 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 meet the human dead So dead So cold, dead O tempera, o mores How weak became this pride Ad portas inferi Where even death may cry Human, a child of the Earth Still following his 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 meet 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