When you walk through the desert
And you can't find a way out
Your memories of life come to you
And you start to lose hope

The sun on you is the torture
And every minute turns into hours
You need to stay alive here
You must find your own force

Awake, stand up at dawn,
The goal is closer than you think
In your mind, have internal force

The sand turns into a path
Break the fate of death

Awake, stand up at dawn,
The goal is closer than you think
In your mind, have internal force
And live once again...

Awake, stand up at dawn,
The goal is closer than you think
In your mind, have internal force

Scuta comburet lucem.
Poem mortis clamoribus
Silentium
Patientia
Poem vitae fatum verum