The ancient prophets of our people
 Once spoke of this day
 A dark cold era would be upon
 Our once glorious land
 A river of tears and blood
 Would flow across the fields
 As the end times approach us
 We are filled with a bitter despair
 The symphonic voices
 Of the ancient forest
 Once sung of their majestic
 Hymns of honor and glory
 But now lament and trees
 Shed their leaves
 Their long and wondrous life
 Is now escaping them
 This place is filled with suffering
 And the pain is everlasting
 And the end draws near
 These pathetic souls are filled with fear
 The endless prayers
 Of our glorious mother Gaia
 Have been ignored
 By the impure souls of mankind
 Darkness engulfs this dying land
 And the dawn of morning is far away
 Darkened skies, this endless night
 We grow to despise, any trace of light
 The heavens unseen, the stars forsaken
 Our worlds collapsed into a sea of darkness
 Lyrics missing
 As this planet withers away
 And the obsidian rain covers the land
 Turmoil is upon our wretched souls
 And every colour fades to grey