A nation lies, not far from here
With empty souls, they scream and fight
Trading their peace for the superficial
Chasing the next golden prize
Sparks ignite from something new
Blind desires, a frantic chase
They fool each other to win the race
The crowd is loud, the order is gone
The shelves are bare, the fields are dry
The city crumbles beneath their feet
Fragile lives are left to die
Fearing the loss, they ruined the land
Poisoned roots beneath the sand
Waste piles higher, green turns to gray
Greed never ends
A wild crusade for hollow pleasure
The truth is never found
Fragile dreams, too weak to measure
Vanish into the ground
No air remains for life to breathe
No one dares to end the race
They chase the void, through ash and doom
Panic shows its face
Will someone rise to break these chains?
To end the fear and desolation?
Can life return where none remains?
What fate awaits the Panic Nation?
Aurum, status, regna, agros
Omnia mea sunt
Aurum, status, regna, agros
Omnia mea sunt
Vita perit incassum hoc belum est
Mihi opum opus est
Adme pascendum
Vita perit incassum hoc belum est
Mihi opum opus est
Adme pascendum
Quid ex fato nostro fit?
A wild crusade for hollow pleasure
The truth is never found
Fragile dreams, too weak to measure
Vanish into the ground
No air remains for life to breathe
No one dares to end the race
They chase the void, through ash and doom
Panic shows its face