See these ruins We have buried our existence underground In this wasteland, we sealed our grave The devil itself breathes out A sterile vapour firmament Contagion to innocent world Heaven's face does glow against the doom It should never have been created Desperate times, desperate measures They say this is fantasy, it's very ecstasy Won't belief take them all, Touching this dreaded sight? We'll leave you behind, we need to escape A new hope for mankind We think there is no cure Break my soul I must hold my tongue and my heart In this hypocrites Such bitter business I would like to die With tristful visage I'm thought-sick at the act Don't come with me, I let you go Your head over my shoulder, I'm sorry