No sound, ashes and snow

Dry husk, hollow

Ancient eyes longing for more

Nothing remains but ruins and lore

Denial, distant sorrow

Broken ego

A future made of steel and gold

Buried so deep, it turned to stone

Searching for old echoes

Dead dreams and shadows

One last look at the coastline

We must travel through space and time

Supernova, Supernova

Cosmic collapse