I can hear the voices of the people I miss in this final song.
Lost and faded truths of bygone memories,
hidden deep within my corrupt body.

All the incandescent stars of heaven will die at the end of days,
their gentle souls given to damnation.

All those sweet little dreams, buried deep in memory until the very end.
All their pale, fleeting dreams belong where the truths are hidden,
until they fade away.