I feel... there's nothing but void after doom.
Why am I led to this unfair decision
to choose who is to live and who is to die?
How can we go on with information that
we left them burning? How will we survive?

...to silenced dead rock will she burn?
We'll see the last ray of sunlight. We'll see the last setting sun.
We know deep in our hearts: Damage is done. The time has come.
We rise above tommorrow. And leave the earth behind.
The darkness drains in our souls. The all we used to know has gone stone cold.
Goodbye... Farewell...