As seasons change At an uneven tempo The dark bells toll The dark bells toll, toll Air grows thick The dark bells toll, toll No withered existence When throats of the oak sliced first Organic time, a waste Desecration of On the innocence On the innocence Wailing of the lost Echo of the abused chambers Rows of exploitation Truth humiliated with ignorance of their kind Vile, putrid snakes of the world Meet your maker, meet your maker Suffer, reap what you sow Damned, make this now The repercussions of human hate Suffer Make you feel all that you create Human sickness, now you seal your fate Make you feel all that you create Human sickness, now you seal your fate