At the end of the winter's night
We found the trail of time.
Our life is vile and filled with lies,
And only fools don't die.

It is so hard to understand,
There's no need to pretend;
Our world is full of broken men
Who never lend a hand
When someone's in need,
When someone starts to bleed.
Now you can see -
Our life is a cruel disease.

Under the sun of a million years
We're burning our sins;
We're in love with our fears,
We fall like autumn leaves.

At the end of the winter's night
We've lost all sense of life;
Do we live or do we die?
It's just a waste of time.