1.608 [Intro] [Deep sub-bass drone sets in] [Metallic scraping with long reverb Slow, deep, and somber soundscapes; a lonely, mournful echo] [Deep female voice] [Verse 1] The horizon gray and black, No sun, no warmth. We stand motionless in the cold wind; Are we the last ones left on this earth? Only dead dust touches us. The cities sleep, frozen and empty; No sign remains to show us the way, Looking ahead is so hard for us. [Chorus] Endless, the river of black ash, Who brought the darkness? We drifted silently toward ruin, Into a future we do not understand. Where is the hope? (Hope) *(So uncertain... so boundless...)* [Bridge] [Percussion falls silent; the music becomes minimalist—just a deep, booming bass and a very sad melody, perhaps carried by a wistful violin or shakuhachi sounds] Nothing holds us here anymore, Are we alone On the gray edge of the old world? The years drift by aimlessly, A final, sad, lost game. Who plunged us into ruin? We ourselves... (we ourselves...) We wait for the final light... The future... we do not know it. ... [The rhythm slowly builds up again, full of emotion] [Chorus] Endless, the river of black ash, Who brought the darkness? We drifted silently toward ruin, Into a future we do not understand. Where is the hope? (Hope) [Outro] [The beat slows down; the instruments gradually fade out with a melancholic tone] Endless river of black ash Drifting in the rushing sound... Into the unknown... Endless... [Whispering] Everything fades...
