作曲 : Simkoff
All too soon we've come to bloom
Blown about in dusty ribbons
And pointed skywards, scrape the heavens
And should we end before we're shriven
And call the names that we've been given
Grown in cities long since abandoned
Blown to pieces and thrown at random
This is what we see while standing
Long before the thought of landing
Oh this world was made for ending 
Oh the storms that grow
Oh the love we've known
Oh the homes not home
Oh the worlds not shown
Oh the storms that grow
Oh the love we've known
Oh the homes not home
Oh the worlds not shown
Oh the storms that grow
By the blinding light
Our prayers are answered
By the blinding light
Our fears are conquered