I have crossed the plains of opulence.
And sent truthfulness to the grave.
I have fled from true serenity.
And left the origin behind.
The decades are passing by.

Times of yore.
I've seen enough.
Forlorn the gifts of life.

Witnessing our nation descend into chaos.
Called upon the times of yore.
I fled from the true tranquility.
To prevail the ways of life.
The decades keep passing by.

Times of yore.
I've seen enough.
Forlorn the gifts of life.

Calling times of yore.

Falling to the gore.
Misled by a materialistic society.
Back to the country where I belong.
Calling times of yore.
Falling to the gore.
Times of yore.
The country where serenity prevalis.

I keep searching for utter sincerity.
I'm going back to where I came from.
Times of yore.