| So much in vain you might think | |
| When it's over everything is lost | |
| Too late to negotiate | |
| Accept or regret it | |
| What once was so cold | |
| Is melting and vanishing | |
| The grand scheme has failed | |
| And the wrath has only begun | |
| Fierce and aggressive | |
| It's piercing through | |
| Who will remember? | |
| The legacy of the defeated | |
| In the long run | |
| It's collecting years in the dust | |
| Overwhelmed by the massive appearance | |
| A breathtaking setback | |
| Over and over | |
| The last scene repeats | |
| Caught barehanded | |
| And disarmed by reality | |
| Emptiness | |
| Silence | |
| What is left | |
| Emptiness | |
| And silence | |
| Is what is left | |
| Images slowly fading | |
| Truth detected | |
| By others neglected | |
| It's like a virus spreading inside | |
| Eating itself out | |
| What's written in blood | |
| Is worth nothing when it's forgotten |