Like a ripple on the ocean, flee these years of mine
Oh the bonds of time - the squandering of lives,
while the world turns ever on
Eternal - the plague that haunts us,
the serpents eye, the breath of winter, the reaper,
the flame that scorches the soul of man - cold, cold

Lingering voices, whispering tales;
"The Earth that we are spawn of renders our fluids to ocean and rain
Gone, gone, our deeds and glory"
Farewell, you land of despondency
What journey - the End?
What alien land awaits the soul of man?
The sparkling womb where stars are born, the solemn halls of heaven
Seeking solace from deaths furnace as shadows fall upon us
Now ghastly my eyes burn, and stars
And stars