Is this the end my dearest friend? Your smile is vicious, a sigh inauspicious Detached by a window of glass, I cannot touch My chance has passed A dying candle, a cordial smell Oh dear friend I long your story to tell Sight beyond sight, the omens reveal the endless fight Feeling trapped inside, in a desolate maze we hide Our future is doomed; we are the hunted, being entombed The well dries in our hives, a prey for the lord of the flies This deadly era is a hideous chimaira Reaping destruction, a chain reaction Swallowing gall each every night We’re getting used on this deadly bite This world of doom withstands no more We're on the realms of the War you adore