Ten passed the years
Laughing turned to darkness,
A prophet's cry heard from a far
Will this be the end

Remains of that we have known
In fire and in air,
Among us only three
A light we can not bare

Mountains fragile as glass
Crushed by a feather,
Hidden in the forest
Six makes the sight

Let this be the one
She cried at nights,
Let the heaven rise
For we all fall tonight