No, we will trust not them,
For our words are often mocked -
And the path they tiringly pave for them - won’t lead them to become.
They will never see the sun,
And the shiny Threshold will go rot -
No, we will trust not them.
The façade’s been overdone,
All the spotlights have rain-dropped,
And the path they tiringly pave for them - won’t lead them to become.
Once the Abyss has begun,
Our resounding songs will reach rooftops.
No, we will trust not them.
The Unknown weaves unease with silks unspun
Yet, when faced with fear we will not stop -
And the path they tiringly pave for them - won’t lead them to become.
With our worth treasured evermore, we will never succumb,
The Return won’t ignite fear anymore, the Threshold now has a lock,
No, we will trust not them –
And the path they tiringly pave for them - won’t lead them to become.