A city where buildings have no panes, and only a few still hold their doors. No one alive will leave again — and somewhere between them, you’re there for sure. [Chorus] Then something heavy fell from the skies, and suddenly, all just ceased to be — like a torn-out page that drifts and dies, or a rotting leaf from a withered tree. The last I heard was your trembling voice, you screamed through sobs in the crowd’s despair. Then came the dawn — but not with light, as if the sun forgot we’re there. [Chorus] Again, something heavy fell from the skies, the sky itself is gone — but fear remains, on faces of those soon buried alive, lying still like dreamers with no more chains. [bridge] On maps, our city’s a tiny dot, the world has many, lost and small. While here the world ends — blood and rot — others hold hands on a peaceful walk. [Chorus] Then once again fell something vast, and everything just ceased to last. You are no more, and I am too, our trace erased as the city broke through
