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