Woorden: Sentenced. The Funeral Album. Despair-Ridden Hearts.

All bridges on fire!
As onward and onward we ride.
The smoke rises higher; higher...
Up the ever-darkening sky.

So quickly everything swirled;
descent of the world.
Now it's all a chaotic ruin.

Burning eerie, sapphire.
The foretoken of closing doom.
Glowing dreadful and dire, dire...
Is the ever-haunting moon.

So sickly everything twirled;
the end of the world.
Now it's all a chaotic ruin.

We came so far, we came so far
so deeply wounded and so scarred
our despair-ridden hearts.

Frail as we are, frail as we are
firmly united we will stand
'til the world falls apart