Under the burden of centuries
There is no answer we were searching for
After our ruin there will not remain anyone who will mourn
We are trying to see our own reflection in the starlit skies
And we pull our hands up to the stars
Staring to their glimmering eyes
And in vain we are trying to explain our unbearable woe
Which poisoned our mortal souls, which will let us die alone
Forever empty are our hearts, and so worthless was our birth
An empty life, an empty thought, empty sky above the earth
Our being... so useless, so instant, floating through the time
So aimless we are hitting the desolated shores of our own life
We are nothing but a moment, a wrested relic left behind
Just a dust upon the vastness, thrown away to born and die
Our being has no meaning and our death has no sense
Beneath the blinks of endless stars... we have no place for presence
Our rules and our morals are so senseless and so vain
Our pain and our sorrow, forever unheard shall be remain
Nobody cares about our despair and nobody will ever regret
When our light will be faded down and we all will be forever dead