The sick mare drags itself ashore

From the depths of the abyss

Bloated, disgusting, weak and defiled

The crippled and sickened legs

Cannot bear the dead weight

Cannot pull the chariot

No more

The corpse of Patroclus rots in bright daylight

Flies and maggots do their work

And the shining Achilles has left long ago

Betrayed his people, his friend, himself

Dices are rolling

And every side is Nil

Equal to the sum of chances

And equal to the worth of mankind

(We are left with grandiose dreams)

(Of peace, wealth, accordance and progression)

Relentless regression to zero and beyond

Embrace the nothingness, embrace the nightmare

We built shiny castles in the miasmic air

Illusions, and nothing but hollow

For all feelings, emerging from within

Are blind hatred, cold wrath and burning envy

From blade to bullet to bomb

Thus are the ambassadors of extinction

Thus are the children of men

Nuke the fucking world off Atlas shoulders

And behold the fall

Nuke the fucking world off Atlas shoulders

And behold the fall

Dices are rolling

And every side is Nil

Equal to the sum of chances

Equal to the worth of mankind

Dices are rolling

And every side is Nil

Equal to the sum of chances

And equal to the remains of

Dignity, holiness, humanness, benevolence

Pureness, honesty, mercy and grace

Dignity, holiness, humanness, benevolence

Pureness, honesty, mercy and grace

Dices are rolling

And every side is Nil

Equal to the sum of chances

Equal to the worth of mankind