The Cosa Nostra Klub - Inexorable Parade

Here it comes the inexorable parade
The vortex machine, unwholesome
Cannot stop the retentless march
Of the inexpressible crusher god

The land is desolate, empty,
And full of people
Nobody knows why they stand here,
Eyes wide shut
Nobody believes in the book of revelation
But the machine is here,
As the sword of judgement
White horizon is overcast by the evil gears
Steamroller crushing eternally
All what is standing here
You'd better run but you cannot escape
It has got no reason at all, apart from scrape

The inexorable machine
The machine of God
Europa, dead and gone
Procession of the beaten ones