they say the hope is the last to die,

however the death is inevitable

old tired hope is walking the earth

lighting candles by the rest of strengths

sad true is treading sadly behind

by single breathe putting candles out

they say the belief and hope dies at last

in the end both of them gonna die

princess of lie is laughing in a doze

king fate dice playing and is hear the croon

„i wanna laugh that everyone wanna trust,

that they no gonna end rousted in hell,

they wanna deny the devil in their soul

they do like they can’t see belief dying“

the belief no walking anymore, just crawling

even it cannot pull through any spark

hope buried under the weight of belief

without any move lying in premonition

under the dust of its former empire

belief is lying and quietly crying – she cries