Terra Mota Est

The dead soul takes the live corpse into the grave In this land, always lost, nothing sacred is made Is it worth the while to cherish Hopes that will surely perish? Have we been condemned a life in vain? Is salvation of heaven only torment and pain? Is it worth the while to cherish Hopes that will surely perish? No goodbyes nor regrets to save Nothing desired, no invalid craves Blinded in black unworthy of name Begot for lack and dust into space In this land of the lost, of waste and disgrace The dead seize the living into the flames