Arrival of mutual intellectual destruction
The life corrupts the mind the most
Human race will become isolated remnant
The choice must be made, how may thou choose?
The shattered sunlight flashes on my gray eyes
Blinding more my impervious instincts
Along with my followers of extrication
We shalt fade away from the present world
And fly in the wind like with freedom of ashes
"The solace of time, the end of lamentations
Now I am found the end of my chapter
In the past I still live, not anymore present
In the future I am unsung and forgotten"
-Isth-