Here it comes the inexorable parade The vortex machine, unwholesome Cannot stop the retentless march Of the inexpressible crusher god The land is desolate, empty, And full of people Nobody knows why they stand here, Eyes wide shut Nobody believes in the book of revelation But the machine is here, As the sword of judgement White horizon is overcast by the evil gears Steamroller crushing eternally All what is standing here You'd better run but you cannot escape It has got no reason at all, apart from scrape The inexorable machine The machine of God Europa, dead and gone Procession of the beaten ones