The calamitous age goes on We keep on tempting fate And we will not comprehend Until we meet our bitter end (The) signs radiate with vigour But ignored by the plebeians Our end shines a thousand suns bright With none to behold the sight The grandest damnation All by our hands Pride will be our fall We will meet in hell We Pretend Our end will never come We Have failed To turn the tide around The grandest damnation All by our hands Pride will be our fall We will meet in hell So (the) calamity is perfect Our fate has tempted us It lets a noble pallor extend as We (all turn to dust) /(face the bitter end) The grim reaper only leaves Corpses to defile For the rats to pick them bleak As this hell inherits the meek