Chapter II - Prelude to Doomsday - Mirthless

Our Mother wept for us

In the breeze of thorns

Mother, my epitaph is written

In the horizon of graveyard

Bless me

My past has gone

In broken dreams

My suffering soul

Is full of gashes

My life is only

The shade of sorrow

The trial of God

Is forgotten and buried

Prays for me

Father, hear my lamentation

In the arms of Mother Nature

I am doomed for eternity

To follow this mournful path