• Walls constructed
    Spirits arising
    The only one at night
    Everything is resizing.

    The passion of the fallen
    The resurrection of the risen
    A fall of man
    Is nothing but a grain of sand.

    Deceased long after
    A wasteland I see
    Armageddon is about to begin
    I only have a final chance; it's just for me.

    High above mountains
    Low under the dark realm
    The moonlight shining right at me
    Divine intervention is what I see

    Of all those who have passed on
    Of all those who have moved someplace
    It's more than the shining within them
    May the deceased find everlasting grace

    When the day comes
    Everything will come to a pass
    To an end, it may seem
    The memories are built to last

    To which things are made
    A few hide in the shade
    Nothing but having a card with a spade
    Or a longtime friend who calls herself Jade

    One passing after another
    One season following the last
    The flashes will soon fade
    And the passing becomes nothing but a blast.