Time [bad word] 
There's no hope
You lost your chance
You didn't take the moral in her words
One reaps what one has sown.
Yes. It's our turn. It's the norm
One reaps what one has sown

 [bad word]  they bring winds of death
There's no time for repentance, it's your end

One reaps what one has sown
That's the norm

Is there any warmth beneath your skin?
human trace might remain inside your chest...

Excidium hic est finis
Hic et nunc est finis

Your destiny can't be avoided
That's your fate and you wonder why
Why are you bearing now this nightmare?
Your blunders, your end
The karma's force
 [bad word] your world
The [bad [bad word] to grief
Since you insist on ignoring

One reaps what one has sown

Time [bad word] 
There's no hope
You lost your chance
You didn't take the moral in her words
Yes, it's our turn, it's the norm

 [bad word]  they bring winds of death
There's no time for repentance, it's your end
Is there any warmth beneath your skin?
human trace might remain inside your chest...

Per quai peccai quis, per haec et torquetur
Excidium hic est finis
hic et nunc est finis

Your destiny can't be avoided
That's your fate and you wonder why
Why are you bearing now this nightmare?

[Once the wayfarer recovered hope innocence.
She fond herself alone again. Facing [bad word] 
In the meanwhile, the damned souls fly and they'll keep flying in the void, until they realize the meaning of their existence, your existence.]