Human a child of the earth
Still fallowing his rules and laws
Demanding enslaving and using
Enthroned himself as a lord of the whole
Creator of a god of a man
Too proud to perceive the realities
His constant way to the grave
A fate set up by the code
To the grave
To the grave
Still marching on
To the gates
To the gates
Where the death awaits you
Come closer my child
Now sleep well in my arms
Cold kiss of death
Shall free your final breath
To the grave
To the grave
Still marching on
To the grave
To the grave
You'll meet the human dead
So dead so cold dead
O tempera o mores
How weak became this pride
Ad porta's infer
Where even death may cry
Human a child of the earth
Still fallowing his rules and laws
Demanding enslaving and using
Enthroned himself as a lord of the world
To the grave
To the grave
Still marching on
To the grave
To the grave
You'll meet the human dead
To the grave
To the grave
To the grave
To the grave
Still marching on
Still marching on
To the grave
