When the days are gone
What is left lies beyond
Whole world of eternal void
Endless travel of noiseless world

When things are gone
What will the day say
Empty space and breathful breeze
And empty faces
On the days the sunrays is
Laid waste

Wide beckons the wild forest of forever abode
Dreams unending in a plane of thoughtful migrance
The truth in the archives unveils
The days of written life
History is laid bare
When my first breath brightened the heavens
On that road, I hear echoes of liquid droppings
Dripping tears and fears of lost years

As the final destination bades
Moving with throngs of shadows under the tunnel
Seeing comrades and brother life and death reconcile
Shadows and howling are the signs
The lost life and prayful days to close this fate
Of a world of forever void.

When the days are no more
What will man say?
No dreams to count on
No wrongs to cry on
No flesh to love

We will all stand on this eternal plane
Tarrying for the call of your name
On that day when dreams becomes real
The breath of our passion is determined
In a world of ultimate meaning.