How well can we walk this globe
Our ever spinning world
This grain in infinity?
On a journey so predictable
That it hurts to say
We're riding on a torture craft

Open the gate
For here we come
Open the Earth
For there we belong

Open the mouths of the dead
The dirt in the skulls will speak
Let's hear it
The soil words are true
The soil words are true

Open the gate
For here we come

You can rape yourself a thousand times
Still you can't escape God's will
Always the beating of those ancient rhymes
To kill, kill, kill

Fuck the breathing generations
They're all passengers
On a ride that's only one-way

Open the gate
For here we come
Open the Earth
For there we belong

Open the mouths of the dead
The dirt in the skulls will speak
Let's hear it
The soil words are true
The soil words are true