This frozen age of bloom
Weak shivers appear unknown
With all the fears passed by

You'll never make us cry

These minds like faded dyes

Long-ago fining the skies
But now we're calling for gloom
Oh, hollow age of bloom!


No shelter
Are we becoming new?

Black horizon

Find a way to silence the echoes

Twisting in our heads like ghosts
Inviolate the thoughts we tangled
As we shout: woe worth the day!


Don't hope, there is no future
We live in a circle of blight

Don't hope, there's no refusing
We've paid for our own false pride