Our vulgar pleasures are laid bare Our gods grow weak and disappear Our vivid nights our silent days Relinquished to a wintery haze The emblems of our toil lie still Abandoned to the misty air The dusty silence where we stood Our empty space given back to earth Don't forget about us Our living was not in vain Now that the night has fallen Now that the spirit sleeps If time is to end We stand alone and unprotected then
Will we praise This is the end of our days Are heathen temples laid to rest Our glory fades to emptiness What once was bright returns to sand Our complex lifes to barren land Don't forget about us Our living was not in vain Now that the night has fallen Now that the spirit sleeps If time is to end We stand alone and unprotected then Will we praise This is the end of our days