Undoubtedly it's the end
But we'll walk this dead stretch of road
Just one last time hand in hand
With all the memories aboard
Ask not for an explanation
For you will be overwhelmed with desperation
Water falls not from our eyes
We live on throughout the ages
Unaffected by the sands of time
And a smile plays in disguise
We are not hunters
Nor do we fall as prey
We are the needles in the hay
The shade of truth you long for in darkness
and the whisper of kindness
Survival is our cursed blessing
Immortal is our kind
And yes, last thing:
Love we shall never find.