And the seed of wisdom has picked
And we landed on the history made of sin
On this world which the God has made
In the end, we build a metropolis for our glory
Just so easily disconnected from the chain of Providence
There's a universe inside of us
When I was born, the small sphere, it was shining bright and clear
Safely covered with black veil to save from scars
Right on the frock of my heart
The heart pushed in to the dark
The heart is withering by the sun
A cry quakes the ground we are standing
Anger of the gods destroys everything
Right on the frock of my heart
They all slowly crumble with a roar
Raising a g grievous wail of pain
Raising a grievous wail of pain
