Who they are, who they once were is what they fear
 (Murdered by those they hold near)
 In a new age without a planet to rebuild
 The end of the earth served as my rebirth
 It will fall to pieces
 Yet some await that dawn
 Falling of a weak empire that stood too long
 So be the voice of death to haunt me
 They'll open their window and they won't see their world anymore.