Everything is gone,
everything is finished.

Just a hope was there,
now it is also gone.

What is the use to live now?
looking at the dream catchers,
there is no use now.

When there is no hope,
there is no place to dream.

This apocalypse has destroyed things.

The entire place, burning with raw flesh,
scattered pieces of lifeless;
brings in tears for the aftermath.

Dream catchers are solid flyers,
catching up our night dreams.

As it is possible with its wings,
now there is no place for it to sustain.

As for living, the only hope is lost,
and allow us, Lord, to remove this for, forever...