This is not the end of experiment, not the era 
In your ignorance you have been a very sly race 
Therefore they leave you alone 
Let them see how much your humanity is worth 
The eye of god experiment time to begin 

The breast that feeds you has been exploited 
Like a bitch, sucked dry 
Emptiness eminates from inside her 
And on the outside she is as cold as dead 

Having sacrificed their desires 
The vampires of the cosmos 
They look what they wanted 
They tore her innards out 

Who is he that tells the story... 
A bard of the end, a preacher of death? 
An invader who from a distance 
Admires his work of destruction? 
Or a man whom neither death nor madness 
Had taken into their black wings' embrace...