All you create will end forgotten
From time to time my nemesis speaks words feared by many
But in the end, the only timid one is I, the rationalist among the frivolous
Run farther; the revenants are drawing near
Here I stand dreading for the day, the day that eventually comes
And it will be my last
Torment through the times countless
As mind breaks from world's soundness
But I will have no time to weep
For I fall in dreamless sleep
From time to time my nemesis speaks
"All you create will end forgotten"
The works made by gods are not for me to keep
As my mind, my oneself, my heart
Will rot with my corpse
My lifeless corpse
Breathe the morning sun
For this one last time in here before the lights fade away
Lush heath unfolds the end of times for soul
Cast away are my hours in this life fading out
Undawning
For all these years, it has only been a word for me