The cradle of ideals Is spilled into dust Fade away Broken by reality The truth is unattainable For it so sad Fear appeared Nothing to believe No escape, fear for the unknown What comes next, when everything is gone? Look at yourself Shiver in your thoughts Leave your hopes Drawn in decay The old man, begging for death To come down, hear his last breath He will die, with no faith in mind For his mind is lost devoured by fear No escape, fear for the unknown What comes next, when everything is gone?