Lyrics:

Since recorded time and since the dawn of man
There have been three types of men

The low man (to) the high man

The rending of the world into three great superstates
Was long foretold in the halls of men

A floating fortress guards the secrets of the ocean ways
Fending the floodgates from the sword of truth

Since the machine

The meek and the low christen the kingdom's coming
Building the great machines of war
Men feed machines this century of the dark
Coming of the hour of the kingdom of night

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla

The act of war, destruction
Mankind cannot grow stronger

Teste Orwell cum Sibylla
Quantus tremor est futurus

Keep the wheels of knowledge turning

Power battles, power battles, highest hopes of men
Smell horses' breath and the sweat for lies
Three times I dreamt this verse; three times I cast my curse
As was foretold in the halls of men

Since the machine

The low man (to) the high man

Since recorded time and since the dawn of man
There have been three types of men