WORLD FELT APART IN OUR FATAL HANDS
ALL THE COLORS FADE OUT
NOT A SINGLE BREATH REMAINED
DEAD HANDS RAISED TO THE BURNT OUT SUN
BATTLE FOR LIFE HAVE BEEN LOST
THE DAY THE LIFE STOOD STILL
NOW, FEEL THE WRATH OF GAIA RISING UP
AFTER DEADLY STROKES OF THEIR CHILDREN
WE WERE THE SELFMADE KINGS OF THE EARTH
SELFCHANTED GODS RAVENING EVERYTHING
THAT CAME TO THEIR SIGHT
THERE WAS NO WAY BACK
TOO PROUD AND TOO BLIND TO SEE
THAT WE WERE RAVENING OURSELVES
THE WAY OF THE CHOSEN ONES
BECAME THE ROAD TO THE HELL
THE END WE HOPED NEVER TO COME
THE DAY THE LIFE STOOD STILL
STOOD STILL
STILL