Here I walk
All alone
So cold the wind
So baren the land
So quiet all the world

Here I walk
By myself
So deadly the water
So clouded the sky
So quiet all the world

Here I walk
On my own
So silent the streets
So empty the buildings
So quiet all the world

Here I walk
Down this road
Marked with death
Marked with destruction
Marked with desolation

Here I walk
Along this path
Marked with holes
Marked with craters
Marked with pockets of nothingness

Here I walk
Under the moon
All alone
By myself
On my own
Down this road
Along this path

The world is gone
I am all that is left
From great cities
And beautiful nature

No longer
Do adults go along
Speaking of their plans
Wishing for the past

No longer
Do children run along
Singing of their dreams
Imagining the future

All is gone
Only a skeletal remainder
Of my home
Of their home
Of the sucess of our kind
Of humankind

All destroyed by hate
No love
By weapons
No joy
By war

Everything
Is gone

Here I walk under the moon
All alone along this path
So cold the wind so cloudy the sky
So barren the land so empty the buildings
So quiet all the world

The children do not sing