Оригинален текст
in age of avarice, we stand divided -
the gates stand festering, hope flies on its last wing -
death bell sounds when the price is paid -
remember when starlight danced in quiet glen -
the branches shook in sullen breeze -
the shadows bent to kiss the light -
the howl of wolves would breach the night -
the sun swept its path through the day -
engraving its face in the dust -
how will you forget this? -
How will you forget? -