| A suction through the ground | |
| Is pulling him down | |
| The unbearable heat | |
| Melts his feet | |
| The traps has gnawed through | |
| These minutes are untrue | |
| Death is so near | |
| Can it end this fear | |
| Limbs are dying out | |
| Far off the doctor shouts "Keep away from the bed Let him be soon he'll be dead!" | |
| Now he's drifting through a sharp scarlet light | |
| From the exhausting day to a peaceful night | |
| This is the end of mess and complexity | |
| Beyond the fragmentic world and fatality | |
| Floating as a falcons wing in a clear blue sky | |
| The pleasure he's feeling now, it's the way to die | |
| Released from his flesh and bones, only lumps of cream | |
| Close to existence, it's just a dream? | |
| During the end... | |
| Breaking through... | |
| Breaking through... | |
| Breaking through... | |
| Breaking through... | |
| Breaking through... | |
| Breaking through... | |
| Breaking through... | |
| Breaking through... |