An old weak, grey man on the hill Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale He remembers the old days, shadows of past The old days, memories hes lost Hes searching for reasons, recalling the past For reasons, fractive remains He has before his eyes As the sky turned red Changed the world its face Naught was anymore like before As the sky turned red Fertile days were gone Many moons raised and set since that time Now hes afraid of the return He has settled life once and for all He looks at the ruins of nature Mankinds work is done Vermins stay behind the downfall Weeds grow apace Withered trees degenerated Desolated tract of country Storming clouds Unnatural colour Threatening, mystic phenomena Birds flight away With them our dreams Years of destination Took life away Inactive all the time Mans sense of guilt Now bones like glass He never can take measures Sky turned red The omen strikes again Sky turned red The back of beyond He has before his eyes As the sky turned red Changed the world its face Naught was anymore like before As the sky turned red Fertile days were gone
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