| The wind of change transformed the plains into the desert | |
| And on the lower levels demons scream delight | |
| Places of worship have ceased to serve the purpose | |
| The age of reason took a ride into the night | |
| Where there were idols there is idleness | |
| Unholy churches light their fires upon the moor | |
| They sealed the pact with blood and honour | |
| The machine spits blood and lurches into war [Chorus:] | |
| We have fallen, it leaves such an embittered taste | |
| Erectus is now crawling, we have fallen from grace | |
| There is a black tree in the wilderness | |
| Older than time itself and riddled with disease | |
| It feeds on clotted blood and rotting flesh | |
| The hunger we all seem too willing to appease | |
| When all before you lose their heads into the block | |
| When e'en the proudest bend their knees before the flock | |
| They seek salvation in the depths of madmen's eyes | |
| Knee deep in blood and gore they look toward the skies | |
| They sought the means by which to transform the gods | |
| Burnt the books, created death camps on the way | |
| A new religion from the ashes of the old | |
| A social order one of masters and slaves | |
| They dreamt of everyman, we merely have regressed | |
| Into the animal that can't perceive the will | |
| Look at the embryo, so twisted and grotesque | |
| This is your superman, the legacy to kill [Chorus:] | |
| We have fallen, the losers in the human race | |
| Erectus is now crawling, we have fallen from grace |