Kollaps r tillstandet vid alla koordinater
Nr ridan gar upp pa naivitetens teater
Nr moder jords talamod tryter,
Nr mnniskan kvver hennes blom
Da, vrldsalltets vldiga kr ryter
Och frkunnar sin fatala dom
Frdrvets hammare slar med allt tyngre slag
Likt den i kakofonins smedja
Dr rken ligger tt bade natt och dag
Som en atbrd fr att vi smider delggelsens kedja
Elden spyr ut sitt vildrda sken
Och frbrnner markens hjrta
Flammor som dansar over mortalitetens scen
Tills allt r frbrnt och hljt i svrta
En vidstrckt ken kryper fram dr det har bljat ett skimrande hav
Landskapets sjl r frvnd och sprckt
Av mnsklig hand skulpteras sa naturens grav
Tills vrlden pryds av kaosets ordensdrkt
Gra r varje fjril, kall r varje ril
Och skuggor trnger bort ljuset
Skogar har brjat blda, kvvd r varje grda
Och tmt r visdomskruset
Alla ngar har mist sin forna prakt,
Enfaldighetsharpans strngar ljuder I denna trakt
Dr livlshetens stjrna brinner
Med ett kallt sken som vi aldrig vervinner
[English translation:]
TO BUILD A RUIN
Collapse is the state at all coordinates
When the curtains go up at the theatre of naivety
When Mother Earth's patience runs low,
When man suffocates her blossom
Then, the universe's enormous choir roars
And announces its fatal judgment
The hammer of ruin strikes with increasingly heavy blows
Like the one in the forge of cacophony
Where the smoke lies thick both night and day
As a gesture that we are forging the chain of ruin
Fire spews out its wild red light
And burns the heart of the land
Flames that dance over mortality's scene
Until all is burnt up and covered in blackness
A wide-streched desert creeps forth where once a glimmering sea billowed
The soul of the landscape is warped and cracked
Nature's grave is thus sculptured by human hands
Until the world is adorned by the garb of chaos
Every butterfly is grey, every fireplace is cold
And the shadows force the light away
Forests have begun to bleed, every crop is suffocated
And the cup of wisdom has been emptied
All meadows have lost their former splendour,
The strings of the harp of foolishness resound in this land
Where the star of lifelessness burns
With a cold light which we will never overcome
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
