Darkness growls... The last day of deranged man No aim or future For living on this globe Tomorrow rises... Weakened pilgrim gives up Old man sits down on the glass rock On the coast of purple sea Last wizard, the warlord of lives Has lost his empire of agony In vain, he faces the truth And dives into the heart of sea Under the waves of hypocrisy seas He finds his favour world Flashing trees and unknown bees Empty closets are smiling