A ring of tears damned into ice
we sold the world at a low price
we find our selves in the midst of a march
and we inhale highly tocix discharge
In our eyes we are deep and wise
but everything we touch slowly dies
we don´t see what´s in front of us
we love our ignorance, we hate to discuss
Hello mankind, you must unterstand
here comes your final punishment
mother nature invoked a fatal child
her name is onyx and she won´t be mild
She is coming from outer space
cause human race has fallen from grace
brace yourself, you are next on her list
her name is onyx – and she is rally pissed
She is fed up with human race
each and everyone has fallen from grace
she has enough information compiled
her name is onyx – and she´s really wild
I am sorry to report this, sir
It seems our armies are just food for her
there won´t be much left when she is done
nature rules again, cause we will be gone
compositores: Peter Spilles
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