Inexorable Parade

Here it comes the inexorable paradeThe vortex machine, unwholesomeCannot stop the retentless marchOf the inexpressible crusher godThe land is desolate, empty,And full of peopleNobody knows why they stand here,Eyes wide shutNobody believes in the book of revelationBut the machine is here,As the sword of judgementWhite horizon is overcast by the evil gearsSteamroller crushing eternallyAll what is standing hereYou'd better run but you cannot escapeIt has got no reason at all, apart from scrapeThe inexorable machineThe machine of GodEuropa, dead and goneProcession of the beaten ones