| The night’s descending, the sunset is black | 
| And crimson skies are burning | 
| This is a warning, for the final impact | 
| But there’s no savior for the dyings | 
| Is the future we made, the only solution | 
| Or just the progress of a chain reaction? | 
| Time after time, blind lead the blind | 
| So do we deserve to survive? | 
| Now we can feel the winter | 
| As we realize that we’re all dead | 
| Now we can’t feel no whisper | 
| No signs of life, our callings are in vain | 
| Now we can feel the winter | 
| Will the sun shine again? | 
| Now we can’t feel no whisper | 
| And we will see… it will never be the same… | 
| The ground is shaking, the planet will blast | 
| Our foundations are falling | 
| The only remains are the shades of our past | 
| Into a world that keeps on burning | 
| Is the future we made a desperation | 
| Or just the process of a change of seasons? | 
| Over the time, the rise of the ice | 
| Has broken the cycle of eternal life | 
| Now we can feel the winter | 
| As we realize that we’re all dead | 
| Now we can’t feel no whisper | 
| No signs of life, our callings are in vain | 
| Now we can feel the winter | 
| Will the sun shine again? | 
| Now we can’t feel no whisper | 
| It will never be the same… | 
| It will never… never be the same… |