You would witness your planet falling apart
While you were making some art.
The ages are dark and left a few scars.
Secrets are locked into some keepsake.
Moanings were scattered from dawn to dusk
Children would utter some prayers.
Forsaken souls won't be enslaved
Their stories engraved into their caves.
Strange brawls to wars
Choose a side and crawl ideals just fade out
You fought without a doubt.
You long for a change
We crave for an end of tears.
