In the year of "duo milia duodecim"
The mankind has corrupted
Lift your head up and see
As they slouch on the destroyed soil
Can you see the empty shell?
Which a human leaves
Our thoughts are exaggerated
Our minds are infested
It's so cold...
In this dead world...
We are so alone...
In this depressive earth...
Sometimes I wonder
Why are we even here
To be doomed?
Or just used as puppets?
At the end of the world
Not even the wisest ones
Shall not know
What ever happened
It's so cold...
In this dead world...
We are so alone...
In this depressive world...
It is now our destiny
To burn in the purgatory
We shall never touch the skies
We only reach our doom
It's too cold...
To see the truth...
We are all alone...
In this isolated world...