Now that we've reached the end
And I'm the only one surviving
I'm just waiting for the morning light
To touch my skin, warm my heart

But I see a dead world at sunrise
A dead world at sunrise
And nothing can reverse the state

Who now will pray and save my soul
When hell ascends and calls my name
I'm alone, so forth and so on

Their faces left, I'm longing for death
I'm in torture, torture
It's all that's left of my memories

The cold hard truth, bitter and sweet
Though I can't touch them, see them
They are there, silent

They listen, silent though they listen
They listen, silent though they listen

But I see a dead world at sunrise
A dead world at sunrise
And nothing can reverse the state
We are still one
Oh yes, I'm back
I'm left missing pieces of myself, of myself

Missing pieces of myself, of myself, of myself
Missing pieces of myself, of myself, of myself

(...Then I looked, and I heard a messenger flying in midheaven, shouting aloud, "Woe, woe, woe to those who dwell upon the earth, because of the voices of those who are yet to sound!")