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