What is the change
That we could await
In the sea of hatred
With muddy waves,
Among grey destroyed
Shattered walls
Among yelling void
Of remorse?

Once the skies will collapse
At our emptied lands,
fearful era will finish the line
In the chaos of burning hands.
All mountains shall wind into dust.
All cities will ruin in the void.
And angry oceans will boil.
The spine of the terra will coil.

Infinite smoke
Will cover the skies,
And all of us stare
At vanishing lines.

All the water will suddenly burn,
The sandsea will instantly boil,
We blindly missed final warn
Which torn the old skylines off.

Maybe one day the vial of life
Will cover the wasteland with grass.
Forest will grow under rain
From exalted shivering clouds.
The earth will repeat the untold,
The creatures will after appear.
Life will destroy itself many times
Clearing way to begin

In remnants of homes
Generations stand pain
As fire which was
Extinguished by rain
The debris of trouble
Won’t let them arise.
Clouds of the smoke will blind
And curse our eyes.

But our hope hasn’t died,
We tried to preserve the remains.
Fearful era has ended the line
Of the chaos in burning hands.
Something will be revived,
And Something is lost in the ages,
Something will be falling down
As ashes on our heads.

Ignited rain
Will cover the land,
And mighty oak grove
Will vanish in flame

All majestic invincible skyline
Is covered with deadly wounds
And rifts at the mountainside
Will soon help us cover the tombs.

Maybe one day the vial of life
Will cover the wasteland with grass.
Forest will grow under rain
From exalted shivering clouds.
The earth will repeat the untold,
The creatures will after appear.
Life will destroy itself many times
Clearing the way to begin

The vial of life
Will cover the wasteland with grass.
Forest will grow under rain
From shivering clouds.
And life will destroy itself many times
Clearing way to begin.