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[Note: Only the English lyrics are provided in the booklet. However, the song is not sung in English, but probably in Georgian.]

“Show me a religion that prepares one for nothingness, for death. That’s a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life, for dreams and illusions and lies. Banish the fear of death from men’s hearts and they wouldn’t live a day. Who would want this nightmare but for fear of the next. The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death, every friendship, every love. Torment, lost, betrayal, pain, suffering, age, indignity, hideous lingering illness... and all of it with a single conclusion.”

[The Sunset Limited – 2011 TV Movie]

A whole life is miserably crashing

like ancient monuments of a once living epoch

collapse under the heavy wing of infinite time

Dust of the past years has blinded men's eyes

marking the boundaries of their fears

So purposeless and miserable, their search for a higher truth

for something better than themselves

Everything that once you knew

everything that once you appreciated

is now laying in black oceans of lies

Thousands of days will pass, thousands of dreams will die

but you cannot drown all the pain in those depth

Aimless effort, vain hopes like a frightened animal grumbling rushed away

A stream of eternity unable to fill the void of your words

Human's life - the death sentence, signed at birth into this world...

and eyes devoid of life, blinded by illusions...

Inside of you a coward soul, you deny the truth frightened for a non-existent god

gripping the cross with wrinkled hands from which the shine of life has gone

...And in the darkness, in which we always dwell, you will not find anyone

who would listen to your moaning and dissolve your suffering

Wipe your tears and reflect in the emptiness of death…

Forsaken, as you always were

Never lived, just forgotten

And here is the world, as it always was

Observing the light passing away

It tells us to be who we really are, freedom never lasts long enough

Ruins upon the scorched earth

splintered remains in death's rebirth

Life of man is like a crowd of worms

Like worms feeding on you in your grave

Silently disappointed, we observe our sanity passing away