Iron rusting in contorted heaps Concrete walls stained and bleached Xyklon fumes fill the place Genocide of the highest degree Am Ende der Gezeiten Stieren Fratzen aus Äonen Auf das Seelenwrack aus Vergangenheiten Und es flüstern geschundene Dämonen "Im Tod, da wartet neues Leid" A stench that consumes grace You are flesh without bone The best thing you could do Is rot and feed the worms Rot and feed the worms A stench that consumes grace You are flesh without bone The best thing you could do Is rot and feed the worms