Names, of our friends and foes, Will be inscribed on a gravestone. Regardless of epitaph's length We get only cloves, two damned cloves.
Empty eyes are looking for a rapture, Are eager to fill themselves with an ocean of living, and hide from grayscales. But the older they get, the harder are attempts Verity stings us but we pretend that we're deathless, and the life never ends
All time that we spend Like if life never ends No need to comprehend We just want to pretend
We are accustomed to the feast in the time of the plague we are left to ourselves submissive and tamed The gleam of a soul in our heavy flesh Loses its brightness Giving the ashes
Will we wait for the dawn? Dead or alive? In our ruined home Will we keep hope in hearts? Flaming or cold? Or still be apart? still be apart!
But still, keep searching Under dry debris Resist to hopeless And break petrified No matter, if maybe It's never changing Our home, begins With our aspirations
We still, keep searching Under dry debris Resist to hopelessness And break petrified No matter, if maybe It's damn never changing Our home remains, by our aspirations Our home