What we need to carry on

Primordial aim

Endeavour is fading though

Defending against destiny

Everything around indifferent

Earth's energy is depleted

This eon will end soon

Only by us

If we don't look at the stream

In the fountain

Those days, this dream

Won't sleep away

Closed in form

We don't see the light

That emanates from the source

Endeavour wore off

No longer do I have to be

Possessed by the mind

But sometimes tears come

When they try to profane the ground

No longer do I have to be

Possessed by the mind

But sometimes tears come

When they try to profane the ground

I want to sleep away

This dream, those days

This reality of greed and hunger

The nightmare is not only mine

The decadence is closer than now

The time of transition will come now

No longer do I have to be

Possessed by the mind

But sometimes tears come

When they try to profane the ground