Do you remember the giant's world
when infantail heroes restrained the dragon with millboard swords?

Now memories blearly begin to clear up
As the weight of the day slows our courageous way

And we're chasing the day

Walking the aisles we observe old fragments
of difficult realities and unbroken pasts

And with knowing we stumble on familiar ways
Yet we see all of those places through a sober stare

Still we're chasing the day

We did cling to longing hopes and expectations
Now the relics resound from shadows of reminiscense, it seems

Tired and weary, dusk grips our hearts as we attempt
to renew the bond with ages gone by

And we bury the day