Heart of man
Ages fly past, and the dust ceases to settle
Barren and lifeless are the grounds of humanity
Cold are the hearts of man, with a hate that trembles
Death and hell are ours, paid by our vanity
Ever do we waste our lives, throwing away Gods gift
Barren and lifeless are the grounds of humanity
Cold are the hearts of man, with a hate that trembles
Death and hell are ours, paid by our vanity
Ever do we waste our lives, throwing away Gods gift