作词 : Matt Howden
作曲 : Matt Howden
Vision

And so here it begins. The end of us.

A winter to come, to flood with a burning sun.

Furnaced in endless war, our churn and draw of always more.

System pressure of an imploding star.

You saw the end of time but will be mute.

I saw a thorn line of blasted trees

top the faceless wasteland.

I saw my home.