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?