| In this part of the country unknown by all | |
| The earth moistened and the air cooled | |
| In a strange fight without force | |
| Darkness recovered the horizon | |
| Dying sun | |
| Prepare to the eternal night | |
| It's spectrum vanishes | |
| Crytal Light | |
| Our will is our illness | |
| Dying Ray | |
| Chaos is imminent | |
| The increasing darkness | |
| Was noticeable through all the moors | |
| And already it began to tarnish | |
| The common mental of the men | |
| Dying sun | |
| Prepare to the eternal night | |
| It's spectrum vanishes | |
| Crytal Light | |
| Our will is our illness | |
| Dying Ray | |
| Chaos is imminent | |
| The last beams of this declining sphere | |
| Shone more than ever | |
| In all the eyes filled with terror | |
| Where they saw their ultimate brightness | |
| Crytal Light | |
| Our will is our illness | |
| Dying Ray | |
| Chaos is imminent | |
| Crytal Light | |
| Our will is our illness | |
| Dying Ray | |
| Chaos is imminent |