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