Our vulgar pleasures are laid bare

Our gods grow weak and disappear

Our vivid nights our silent days

Relinquished to a wintery haze

The emblems of our toil lie still

Abandoned to the misty air

The dusty silence where we stood

Our empty space given back to earth

Don't forget about us

Our living was not in vain

Now that the night has fallen

Now that the spirit sleeps

If time is to end

We stand alone and unprotected then

Will we praise

This is the end of our days

Are heathen temples laid to rest

Our glory fades to emptiness

What once was bright returns to sand

Our complex lifes to barren land

Don't forget about us

Our living was not in vain

Now that the night has fallen

Now that the spirit sleeps

If time is to end

We stand alone and unprotected then

Will we praise

This is the end of our days