Chapter V: Prelude to Doomsday

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