Twinkling fitfully the light’s Going down And it sullenly lights The fanciful forms around
Icy freezing landscapes Are where duration Of time slows down its pace Turning into aeon
Once alone being face to face, with the endlessness How much will you appraise existence?
And In my eyes Dozens of the electrical suns
Will break out, and bespeaking a new era beginning The new era of irreversible changing Of a devastating chain reaction The creation, which purpose is an inanition
"Who are we on this Earth?" - We’re flying souls over the abyss of years
With gloomy silence of the stars that are dead Like bloody rivers, we're flowing ahead Like autumn winds with drops of rain are spread
And winds are falling, slopping On grave-stones of destiny An epitaph Inscribing Of a pointless fighting
A borderless ocean of Delusive dreams and hope
Illusion of selection Road intersection Leads to a gaping Inspite of everything
Do you think that You are a god? You’re a god of blankness Whose anthem is muteness
In the dark Of the moon Flowers break into bloom Of grief
Pieces of memory Do not reflect the stars That were giving light To each stride All our hopes are dead Your temple was burnt in its prime Dying is sunset Of the last day-time