• Caught in the cold flames you've seen
    In the dark silence of your growing ambition.
    You wake woolgatherer,
    To the verity of the world and your new life.

    Take a step into this world and imbue the picture of
    Crumbling buildings burning to the grown,
    Children screaming from their parents affliction
    All through the lasting day and onto the eternal night.

    The Nirvana you grew up in is no more.
    Your parents, your friends, are all deceased.
    You live now in suffering and despair
    Where death is your way out and living is hell.