When the last man drops dead,
He better raise the white flag
Let the heaven show
That we concede defeat

Set a beacon
That speaks of invalidated past
Get the word out
As the last light slips from his eyes
Broadcast our quarantine
Let nothing with a mind approach
There's something in the water
Broadcasts our failure

When the last day has passed
There'll be no epitaph
Just a warning
Transmitting into the void

All is lost,
Nothing moves
All is still,
In seven tombs