Slowly – yet steadily The curtain for mankind falls Like chariots, unmanned, we ride Straight towards the chasm (And) just as sure, as the wind blows Our great walls will crumble We are drawn – like poison from a wound Now only emptiness remains We have abandoned; cast our rights away We have run our course The final chapter; is closing near As vultures circle to feed Like chariots, unmanned, we ride Straight towards the chasm This world shall fall!