Rhapsodies of the slaves have been forgotten

And the zephyr is gone while the storm is coming

All the wisdom poetry is forgotten and thrown

Lost forever

In these days of ours.... decadence's alive

Disgraced furture... disppearing peace

Across the bridges... of time

And reach our place in agony

Now I'm waiting for the light

Now I'm waiting for our grace

Aaarrgh

Disgrace...

It's killing me

Oh god!... wake me

I'm lost in the dark