All you create will end forgotten From time to time my nemesis speaks words feared by many But in the end, the only timid one is I, the rationalist among the frivolous Run farther; the revenants are drawing near Here I stand dreading for the day, the day that eventually comes And it will be my last Torment through the times countless As mind breaks from world's soundness But I will have no time to weep For I fall in dreamless sleep From time to time my nemesis speaks "All you create will end forgotten" The works made by gods are not for me to keep As my mind, my oneself, my heart Will rot with my corpse My lifeless corpse Breathe the morning sun For this one last time in here before the lights fade away Lush heath unfolds the end of times for soul Cast away are my hours in this life fading out Undawning For all these years, it has only been a word for me