There is nothing but our death inside
Will the end begin our rising
To the spires and the tombs
Where the ancients lay
Among the ones who fell
There is nothing but our death inside

Wretched memorial
To the fall of monstrous filth
Triumphant walls of ash

There is nothing but our death inside
World mausoleum

There is no one
Left to gaze upon the nameless
Vast and silent to the skies
For future aeons
Impenetrable walls
Will stand forever
Ornate and bleak
World mausoleum
For mankind's final demise

Wretched memorial
To the fall of monstrous filth
Triumphant walls of ash
Encompass our self decay

There is nothing but our death inside
World mausoleum