Из альбома: The Wretched Symphony
Your time has passed,
It's your demise.
Your life is flashed
Before your eyes.
Through dimmest light
You try to see
Time of the past
You become free
What's pain inside
That makes you weak?
What memories
Have made you sick?
Time will destroy
Chance to exist.
Make your last breath
And don't resist.
Time is ruthless,
This is prison,
In which we are
Locked forever.
Time - it rules us
Time - it kills us