Here it comes, the inexorable parade The vortex machine, unwholesome Cannot stop the relentless 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 the judgement Here it comes, the inexorable parade The vortex machine, unwholesome Cannot stop the relentless march Of the inexpressible crusher god White horizon is overcast by these evil gears Steamroller crushing eternally All what is standing here Youd better run but you cannot escape It has got no reason at all, apart from scrape Here it comes, the inexorable parade The vortex machine, unwholesome Cannot stop the relentless march Of the inexpressible crusher god The inexorable machine The machine of God Europa, dead and gone Procession of the beaten ones Here it comes, the inexorable parade The vortex machine, unwholesome Cannot stop the relentless march Of the inexpressible crusher god
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