they say the hope is the last to die, however the d**h is inevitable old tired hope is walking the earth lighting candles by the rest of strengths sad true is treading sadly behind by single breathe putting candles out they say the belief and hope dies at last in the end both of them gonna die princess of lie is laughing in a doze king fate dice playing and is hear the croon „i wanna laugh that everyone wanna trust, that they no gonna end rousted in hell, they wanna deny the devil in their soul they do like they can’t see belief dying“ the belief no walking anymore, just crawling even it cannot pull through any spark hope buried under the weight of belief without any move lying in premonition under the dust of its former empire belief is lying and quietly crying – she cries