The Fall of Man | Die (The Sooner The Better) | Remains of the Day | The Sequel

THE FALL OF MAN

Emaciated frantic eyes
Look for rain in blank skies
A search that becomes a grim and final dance with the dead

Withered leaves loose their grip
They fall and touch scorched earth
The soil turns into sand in the hourglass of our demise

Infertility of the land
Plagued by drought and flood
Lethargy, our major sin
In the autumn of mankind

Witness the end
And see your paradise collapse
Welcome now to the Fall of Man – The Fall of Man!

Some cling to religious zeal
Others fall into a state of apathy
Only waking up when the hunt for a scapegoat is on

Ghettos for the weakest
Wars without remorse
Will be their answers when our mother gives us the boot

Infertility of the mind
Plagued by vanity
Lethargy, our major sin
In the autumn of mankind

Witness the end
And see your paradise collapse
Welcome now to the Fall of Man – The Fall of Man!
Witness the end
See all your dreams and hopes in ruins
Welcome now to the Fall of Man – The Fall of Man!

And then the day has come
When the final child is born
It grows up to see a world
Wrecked and dry

“Why?” it’s shouting into the void
Tears touch deserted ground
The last drops vaporize
Echoes fade away and die

(written by Sebastian Schult)

DIE (THE SOONER, THE BETTER)

Darkness descends – it keeps getting worse
The fear of death grows deep within
Sleep won’t save you

The boy can’t see the lies
Afraid of tomorrow
What will be if he dies
His mind is full of horror

He’s a sinner and he will burn

When judgment day is here tonight

Better die now
Than tomorrow
Twenty years in hell

And then after that he will be delivered
Paying the price for all his crimes

Now judgment day is here
And death will be your friend
Take your last breath

Limit your sentence while you’re still able
Another day, another sin

Now judgment day is here today
Now judgment day is here today

Open up the gate

(written by Johannes Schult)

REMAINS OF THE DAY

Day in day out the same old grind
Day in day out without a mind – or will
You work like a robot that’s set to serve
You walk just lines, no curves – obedient

It’s for a greater good, for the remains of your day
A bright reward will come – so they say

Father said – it’s all ’bout style
Now he’s dead – left you in a life so vile

What remains of style
when our mortal shell is given to the worms? – to the worms!

You look for pride in being used
You feel the freedom of a noose – ’round your neck
You smile you fake you try to please
You bow to the hosts of this disease – submit

Father said – it’s all ’bout style
Now you’re dead – finally free to smile

(written by Sebastian Schult)

THE SEQUEL

The evil guy’s not dead, ‘cos evil lives forever
The agents did their job – the cast is back together
So bring in the money, leave out the plot
Just make it funny, sexy and hot

To be continued

The sequel – you’ve seen it all before
The sequel – it’s rotten to the core
The sequel – a big commercial whore
(With the sequel’s sequel) already knocking on the door

The monster got bigger and so did the cast
Nothing can stop it – a ghost from the past
What once was a movie is now a money machine
A soulless nightmare instead of a dream

What happened before
And after the war
Another crusade
A remake remade
A trilogy squared
As if someone cared
Back to the well
And straight into hell

(written by Johannes Schult)