Spires rise above the metropolis
Köln is a magnificent creation
Built by the sweat and hard labor
For minds with brilliant designs
It will someday be a necropolis
For a world reaching cessation
For all of our selfish behaviors
Ignoring the consequence of time
At present we bleed technology
This modernity is an arrogance
The hubris of mankind rules
All colors, all genders, all beliefs
Misguided future anthropology
We've eradicated all innocence
By the choices we become fools
And for this there can be no relief
We've leapt into the great abyss
We will become our own doom
City of death you become our fate
City of the Dead you now await
Fulfillment of our legacies
We have unfulfilled prophecies
Of the sorrow of our existence
