| The ancient prophets of our people
|
| Once spoke of this day
|
| A dark cold era would be upon
|
| Our once glorious land
|
| A river of tears and blood
|
| Would flow across the fields
|
| As the end times approach us
|
| We are filled with a bitter despair
|
| The symphonic voices
|
| Of the ancient forest
|
| Once sung of their majestic
|
| Hymns of honor and glory
|
| But now lament and trees
|
| Shed their leaves
|
| Their long and wondrous life
|
| Is now escaping them
|
| This place is filled, with suffering
|
| And the pain is everlasting
|
| And the end draws near
|
| These pathetic souls are filled with fear
|
| The endless prayers
|
| Of our glorious mother Gaia
|
| Have been ignored
|
| By the impure souls of mankind
|
| Darkness engulfs this dying land
|
| And the dawn of morning is far away
|
| Darkened skies, this endless night
|
| We grow to despise, any trace of light
|
| The heavens unseen, the stars forsaken
|
| Our worlds collapsed into a sea of darkness
|
| Entrails of this fading planet
|
| Are withering with time
|
| Lifeless smoke and hot burning ashes
|
| Fill the vast impure air
|
| The magnificent splendor of light
|
| And radiance that once left us in awe
|
| Has now been veiled by
|
| The dark mist that fills the murky air
|
| Darkened skies, this endless night
|
| We grow to despise, any trace of light
|
| The heavens unseen, the stars forsaken
|
| Our worlds collapsed into a sea of darkness
|
| As this planet withers away
|
| And the obsidian rain covers the land
|
| Turmoil is upon our wretched souls
|
| And every colour fades to grey |