There is no time to cower,
There's only time to run.
To make it to the hour,
The final shooting gun.
We'll never hide from bullets,
Behind another's chest-
We'll bleed and cry our tears out,
We'll fight for what is best...
There's no point, whatsoever,
In proposal to give in;
We'll live- it's now or never,
We'll fight until the end!
I can no longer make out those people in the mist, among the crowds of gray. I can no longer see what is best for this world, and I will not, until there will be a ray of light in what we call the eternal darkness. I will no longer lose that ray of hope...
[the world is cold, forevermore, and that way it will stay until the people change their ways]