Cells scattered in electronic ghosts of pulse
Dreams of futile flesh…
[Chorus:]
Hindsight's remembrance of members and bowels
Heroes of hopes broken, throw in the towel…
Wisdom and crafts of the pioneers – never lose them in these cold years
[Chorus]
Broken, dreamless in frozen worship
Into the necrosphere, beyond the world of waking men
Where horror and moral terror are your friends