Death is all around us.
Blood spilled everywhere
Can pretend you're strong
Until the blade is on
Flesh is weak
And will disappear
Within the time
Undefined cause we just know
when it starts
Not when it ends
Its raised upon all men
Raised upon all men
All made with weak flesh
Victims of vulnerability
Wise flesh is weaker than nature
We don't have any future
Don't spill your time with concrete
When you're dead you can't use it
Vulnerability. Under fatality
Behind the cross, is there something?
Behind the cross, are we living?
Raised upon all men, death upon all men
Raised upon all men, death upon all men
Wise got no future. Weaker than nature
Actors of our lives, death upon all men
