Years are gone without resistance 
In strict yearn of outdistance 
Life was stood in for existence 
Stained in [bad word] 

We prefer to drown in penury 
Wipe off days by future emery 
Fill the urns by ashen memory 
Bitter old age's dust 

Taste the fusion of illusion and avoided solution, 
Fill the fear of the feeling a foretoken through the faith 
In the walls of weather everyday we forged chains and loosed them 
Interfering with the past on bridges that we incinerate 

Feeling aeons in the seconds that we gathered the whole life 
Feeling sand that streams so slowly through our faintly trembling hands 
We can take with us not more than handful 
To the nothingness 

Years are gone without resistance 
In strict yearn of outdistance 
Life was stood in for existence 
Cold and crimson-lit 

Past mistakes are now referring 
To all naive lies we swear in 
And perpetual is staring 
When we step on it