The eyes are slowly closing, miraculous world fades, The artist cleans the brushes, takes away the paints, The picture's finished yet it's only shades The earth's devoid of life and engulfed in flames The agony bursts in memories of hollow songs and empty prayers The evil eyes and filthy tongues are more than just nightmares The agony bursts In memories of past battles, Victories and defeats You run corner to corner longing for an end Your agony's your power outlet, Your end is the beginning, Still you should make amends The power you've possessed is gone Your agony's your power outlet, Your end is the beginning, still you should make amends The old and the young, Alive and the dead Are now taking part in the feast