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