In Flames - Graveland

Mankind - proud conqueror and king
Swings its flag of primal glory to the winds
Titans of the power-myth that failed
Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail

So weak, so hollow-minded
The primat flock responds
The jester race submits

For each day of war is a failure for man
Enslaved to her mordial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores
Bent to their rotten extremes

We, the plague of Terra Firma
Nature´s grand and last mistake
Plant the poisoned seed of cancer
Set the severed fruits awake
Burning like frozen relics
In God´s archaic graveland

Burn the visionaire
Kill the ideologies
Mankind must die

The doves and the angels return to their graves
With flames on their pestilent wings
While mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies
To rape their utopian dreams

Living the last days of evolution's end
From the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend