| I reached the core | |
| Once the peak of life | |
| The bleeding eyes | |
| Of empty shells | |
| A shattered vision | |
| The failure that was man | |
| Higher spires | |
| Deeper | |
| Graves | |
| Graveyard horizon | |
| Whence my eyes can't flee | |
| Every ruin | |
| Is convicting me | |
| They all, as one | |
| Her voice foremost | |
| Too dead to bear | |
| Fingers damn | |
| Then crumble to dust | |
| Their touch is stone | |
| The present past | |
| Passed away | |
| As life is lost | |
| [Qorban:] | |
| "In the dead city, only the echoes of my steps are alive. | |
| Like in a dream, I entered a shattered and half-buried house through its gaping eyeholes. | |
| Inside a body of rags and ashes, she's long dead, unknown, forgotten. | |
| I wipe the dirt from my wet eyes but I can hardly see. | |
| Look! A brittle newspaper! This...cannot be, | |
| It's all a mad...unending nightmare! | |
| These voices...I did nothing! Nothing, you hear me? Leave me alone!" | |
| You live | |
| Where we are doomed | |
| To die | |
| You must reveal | |
| Our secret bane |