Oh, what have we done to the fragile dream?
We are so foolish, yet we think we’re supreme

I woke up in a stone and the animals were missing
You woke up in the dust and the demons were kissing

A dissolution in our souls by facing what we won
Death is potential to that man who asks: "What have we done"
Death is potential to that man who asks: "What have we done"
What have we done
What have we done

In darkness yet we suffer still, incapable to shine
The traces of our reign reversed in victory and carved in time

A dissolution in our souls by facing what we won
Death is potential to that man who asks: "What have we done"
A dissolution in our souls by facing what we won
Death is potential to that man who asks: "What have we done"
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
What have we done