Who am I to harvest a dream
When cities are buried and sanctuaries
Become ruins all in the name of....
     And I see that life is worth nothing,
    The streets are empty now,
     Families in pieces
    And some horrid prophesy comes true.

Devastating air, suspended in waves,
Horrid and flaming,
Why Extinguisher of the world
Have you come now to the
Final Earth?
Were we not capable
Creating our own hell?
Land of my Mother!
Land of my Father!
I see the battle rages all across
The face of the earth,
Shall I feed my children
The inherited devastation?