How well can we walk this globe Our ever spinning world This grain in infinity? On a journey so predictable That it hurts to say We're riding on a torture craft Open the gate For here we come Open the Earth For there we belong Open the mouths of the dead The dirt in the skulls will speak Let's hear it The soil words are true The soil words are true Open the gate For here we come You can rape yourself a thousand times Still you can't escape God's will Always the beating of those ancient rhymes To kill, kill, kill Fuck the breathing generations They're all passengers On a ride that's only one-way Open the gate For here we come Open the Earth For there we belong Open the mouths of the dead The dirt in the skulls will speak Let's hear it The soil words are true The soil words are true