Life may come to an end
Or is this the time of survival
Species die out and others ascend
A sixth wave followed by revival
The anthropic age collapses in rage
Despised beings will arise
There will be no sound over depleted ground
But a desolate drone of blow flies

May the river wash away our affliction
Embrace us o mother of all streams
Let flow the waters of reanimation
The life-giving well-spring of Danu’s tears
May your tide rise over the wasteland
Embrace us o mother of all streams
Erode the footprints we left in the grey sand
Enshroud our memories in dense steams

The anthropic age collapses in rage
Despised beings will arise
No more hunt for prey, just cadavers decay
With a desolate drone of blow flies
All must go down, torn asunder
Dissolve to dust, fade away

May the river wash away our affliction
Embrace us o mother of all streams
Let flow the waters of reanimation
The life-giving well-spring of Danu’s tears