My silent revolution,
Vanishing like smoke,
Into the air, into oblivion,
Is everyone deaf?
Are you all blind?

Let the wisdom bearers be pitiful,
May them be, ever so patient,
How is this possible?
Is the worlds illusion far better,
Than what my eyes see?,

No matter, no reason,
You have chosen,
Your path of doom,
And the darkness you face,
Shall consume you fully.