Ô Pan what would You do
If you were just a man?
Would You just kill them all
Or wait for their decline?
It's very long, You see,
to wait as year go by
I'm asking You, my Lord,
To tell the Gods I'm tired

Ô pan what do You do
When You come on this earth?
Can't You feel something's wrong
And stumbling to fall?
The Justice and the Laws
are rotten and ignored
Will You tell them, my Lord,
I've had enough of that
And ask Chaos to arrive...

Crying for forgiveness,
Trying to repair all their faults
Guilty for their own death,
The shadow of conscience
Is on their hopes
The rage of the Gods
is forcing them to die
Their last chance is dead
Their twilight...

Ô Pan how to descrive
The things I often see
They fight the destiny
They deserved anyway
The darkness everyday
Is fighting with the Sun
I'm asking You, my Lord,
To tell the Gods I'm tired
and ask Chaos to arrive ...