Reveries of a futile world
 Approaching my deepest fears
 Prophecies that ghostly unfold
 The blindness of 61 years

 This is the ending of all
 This is the day we shall fall
 From the depths of our souls we must crawl

 Ever since the birth of Trinity (July 16, 1945)
 We are marching towards our banishment
 In contempt with our own divinity
 Will I ever comprehend?

 In this day and age we wander
 Awaiting the things to come
 Through these times of slumber
 Have we already foreseen it all?

 This is the ending of all
 This is the day we shall fall
 From the depths of our souls we must crawl

 Too many questions that haunt me
 The answers are hard to find
 Structural torment without an end
 Revelation to the blind

Lead: Romeijn

 'From the edge of Distress
 We will never surpass
 Innovation belongs to the past'

 This is the ending of all
 This is the day we shall fall
 From the depths of our souls we must crawl

 Ever since the birth of Trinity
 We are marching towards our banishment
 In contempt with our own divinity
 Will I ever comprehend?