Übermensch

Man of this world
And when man becomes god
God is no more
Upon this altar of life
(The) weak are fading into the night
Decadence of the past, inferior times
No longer blind us — No longer blind us
From the four distant corners the storm
Is coming to wipe out all the filth away
Once again the New spirit rises
From the flames of the old world
Pure, untouchable,
Perfect to the sound of the drum beats
The death march approaches
Set the old world on fire
A dying world can not be saved
Mercy and weakness walk hand in hand
Time shall come to pass
And the choice will be clear
Is it you or is it them
Bow down or rise with the black sun
As the last of the weak is gone
When man becomes god — god is no more
Upon this altar of life
Weak are fading into the night
Decadence of the past, inferior times
No longer blind us