Our Poets will curse their own kingdoms
And time will demolish our shame
The Ages will spit on our faces
And songs will forget our true name

Down there, on the tombs of our fathers
The light of tomorrow will write
A truth that has never been written
And then may our passions ignite

And now you will tell me your stories
Of failures I'll surely deny
The sequence that starts Armageddon
Cockroaches and monuments wave us goodbye

To Hell with the dreams of our childhood
We never looked straight in the fire
Our ships never left for new planets
Our hearts never spoke of desire

Down there, on the tombs of our fathers
Will blow but a breeze of despair
The desert will welcome it's laughter
And then we will know who we were

And now you will tell me your stories
Of failures I'll surely deny
The sequence that starts Armageddon
Cockroaches and monuments wave us goodbye