Grace was stolen from the soil,
In many ways mankind did spoil,
The glory of the olden days
Has gone away, and madness stays.
Heathen men bound to heathen lands
– In sacred oaths made hands in hands –
Were taken from their ancient ground,
In a horrific toxic sound.
Forever torn mankind will lose
All of the dreams and all the rules
That made some sense, to some extent,
And fall into the dark descent.