Текст: Bolt Thrower. Spearhead. Dying Creed.

Fallen are the people of the decaying race
Now proclaim the legacy inherited too late, too late

Mankind, the dying creed, reared on ignorance and greed
On suffering we feed, devouring all beyond our needs

A path of self-destruction they cannot see
Regarding only their interest in profitability, they cannot see

Open up your might before it's too late
Unlock the chains of confinement that we create

Grasping all you can, overloaded capacity
And nothing can conceal instinctive rapacity

A movement to disaster, could this be the final plan?
Blinded by our avarice the closing chapter, extinction of man

Mankind, the dying creed, reared on ignorance and greed
On suffering we feed, devouring all beyond our needs