[Verse 1]
Ancient tombs like sand-filled wombs of
People's life past, understand everything
Melted iron, untold aeons
Crafted demise, destroying everything

[Verse 2]
Black sand timelines, shifting skylines
Faded guide signs, revealing everything
Ancient Thracians from lost nations
Long gone people understand everything

[Chorus]
Some, some, some of us see
Some, some of us don't
Assured everything turns into dust

[Verse 3]
Rigor mortis, fossil tortoise
Remains dormant underneath everything
Ageless microbes reveal xenophobes
Endless plague thus infecting everything

[Verse 4]
Sapien rituals born of mind tools
Sects of false gods fade into everything
Eternal tribes of purgatory scribes
Ancient words thus foretelling everything
[Chorus]
Some, some, some of us live
Some, some of us die
Assured everything turns into dust

[Outro]
Some, some, some of us live
Some, some of us die
Everything turns into dust