Message From The Past

In dark years of pain

We borne the life

The perfected dying

We can't more survive

At first was the fire, the beginning of the end

Then was the man, the dying began

He took a torch into the hand

Blind with rage, sick with hate

The remains of the past decay to dust

Winds blow away the message from the past

In dark years of pain

We borne the life

The perfected dying

We can't more survive

Storms of torches weakened the land

The ruins of fire still are present

A peaceful man, a deceitful shine

The fire is present, the torch still in the hand

The remains of the past decay to dust

Winds blow away the message from the past

We will forget the dead of wars

We are naive enough that to ignore

A peaceful time, a blooming land

I prophesy the coming end