What we need to carry on Primordial aim Endeavour is fading though Defending against destiny Everything around different Earth's energy is depleted This eon will end soon Only by us If we don't look at the stream In the fountain Those days, this dream wants to Sleep away Closed in form We don't see the light That emanates from the source Endeavour wore off No longer do I have To be possessed by the mind But sometimes tears Come when they try To profane the ground No longer do I have to be Possessed by the mind But sometimes tears Come when they try To profane the ground I want to sleep away This dream Those days This reality of greedy hunger The nightmare is not only mine Decadence is closer than now Time of transition will come No longer do I have to be Possessed by the mind But sometimes tears Come when they try To profane the ground