They may be marks of wars But it is merely the portrait of an era Destruction, pain, and fear are veiled in plots and secrets It is a great feat to still be able to write Reality is to fear All that remains is to ignite our flame and fight All that remains is to die without speaking An invasion takes place in the deserted lands Not even the dust covers the blood that falls An invasion takes place in the deserted lands The dust turns into the life that fades away This is war (this is the end) This is war (this is the end) Billions, trillions, or quadrillions of years may pass Even infinite time, our nature will always be chaos and destruction I wish I could believe otherwise, but history always repeats itself, and will continue to do so An invasion takes place in the deserted lands Not even the dust covers the blood that falls An invasion takes place in the deserted lands The dust turns into the life that fades away This is war This is the end This is war This is the end This is war This Is Waaar