Memento homo quia
Pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris

When the night is falling down on the souls
Of men fighting for their rights
And there are innocent children enslaved
By the mad
But still remain ludicrous temples and statues
Remnants of ancient folly and pain
And their religions as hard as the stone
In their shrines

But men forgot that even stones
Will turn to sand (in the end)
And men forgot that their beliefs
Will vanish like dust (in the wind)
But still they believe there's a God to listen
To our prayers and our tears

Dust we are, as dust we fall
Slaves to the will of the capricious winds
Duste we are, as dust we fall
Sooner or later we're cast away

When the fools think they detain the truth
And cast anathemas to each other
Waging their wars in the name of the love
They denied

LOok at their crosses and crescents and stars
Childish symbols of faith and of pride
Covering the walls of our homes and our hearts
Deaf and blind

But in the end nothing will remain
Of us nor them (in this earth)
Nature will take it all, the stars
Will follow their path (ignoring us)
Our flesh and our bones, our pride and our plots
Will vanish in the wind

Dust we are, as dust we fall
Slaves to the will of the capricious winds
Duste we are, as dust we fall
Sooner or later we lose the game

Dust we are, as dust we fall
Slaves to the will of the capricious winds
Duste we are, as dust we fall
Sooner or later we'll fly away