Come taste the dawn of a thousand years
Let the fresh water flow like tears, to wash away the old
Rising are new structures, foreboding chaos and death
Perhaps it will not come in my lifetime, but it will come
Growing hate like seeds in the world of flames
Chaos is everyday reality, it will not be stopped
    It will come
The tears I cry not for you, but for the ones I leave behind
I am selfish, I can admit my faults, but the fact remains;
those who I bred and brought up die in the inevitable flood
I cry these tears for them, and for those I never spoke to:
all the innocent people in the world of ice, they will die,
when flames fall from the sky and the sky itself turns black
    It will come