How are they going to stop the light?
How are they going to stitch, what has been torn to shreds?
Do they still endeavor to deny and to answer through the nod of heads?
This Quinquennium has wasted our lives
We contemplated how they'd become a powder and were been mixed with dust.
We dissipated our fortune, energy and trust
How do we cope with that, with us, with our hate, with our unconcern for it all?
How can you leave us in utter darkness,
When our breed became extinct,
When we lost our instincts
When we got new floatings
We accustomed to evade our reality
We accustomed to elude the bad omen
We learned to obliterate our history
And to see witless bodies and not dement
Our dialogs are predictable as flaccid plants
The problem of entities became acute
Aversion to each other is the only way that has remained for us to love,
It's measurable, how gradually we choke
How do we cope with that, with us, with our hate, with our unconcern for it all?
You can invoke with your fallen spirits,
But we are losing our instincts,
And they will predict it
That our breed becomes extinct.
Annihilation will come to our world
Your disregard will wipe us off the face of the earth
Amalgamation of values and roles
Is a corrupt bargain but it's not talking point
Divine revelation about true and false
Could be beguiling, but we know, we've lost this chance
You assert a claim to be an owner of your soul,
But nobody knows in which department you should appeal
Your invocations are neglected by all gods,
Running from demons you're running from all of us
Last obsecrations will pledge your key goals,
Reincarnation will be your last hope and trust
Seek refuge, - it's the only thing, that has remained
Annihilation will come to our world
Your disregard will wipe us off the face of the earth