What joy is there in this body? Seeing these discarded bones Scattered here and there Where they are pushed by the wind When first they're tossed upon the ground Then that same moment of your life Humans first emptied into the womb The journey of their life to death begins Once gone there is no turning back
Imperium! Imperium! Imperium!
At daybreak many people are seen That evening one is gone from sight Next morning one another has gone from sight Nights are long when one can't sleep The road is long for those exhausted
Imperium! Imperium! Beckons Imperium Imperium
To everything there is a season And a time to every purpose and to the heavens Oh imperium! Oh imperium!
A time to be born A time to die A time to sleep A time of silence
A time to create A time to destroy A time to plant And a time to reap