The welkin disappeared
​There is no horizon
​The Sun, the primeval mother, abandoned us
​It despairingly burns behind the shroud
​The pervasive shroud of the deathly ash
​The orphaned nature, the last vital sign
​Fades out in the shadow, burying the old vivid earth
​I knew that even light needs darkness to shine
​But learnt that every darkness always kills the light

​Heavy clouds went grey and down
​Crushing lungs with acid air
​This isn't home!
​This is the civilization's grave
​
​This place smells of grimness and fear
​The great vigil of the pending extinction
​Words spat out from the prophet's mouth
​Always tasted so dire, now taste so familiar

​Heavy clouds went grey and down
​Crushing lungs with acid air
​This isn't home!
​This is the civilization's grave
​
​Wean off being human with every single breath
​We perish in a concrete gas chamber
​Inhaling the self-prepared fate!
​Black visions went real, more real than we'd thought
​We were born as free men but the world we have forged
​Negates the perfect plan and forces us to crawl

​Life - death's hybrids slouching around
​Prosopagnosia? Everywhere same blurry faces
​Faces hidden behind the masks - the failed escape
​Masks saving life or just protracting the end!