Dying Days

The world was lost
So soon forgotten
All undone
The fools hang down
But the world’s still rotten

And the skies turn black
The wind is cold now
Try to recall back
Before the whole world died
Tried to hold on somehow

Bodies of the dead
Scattered out like dried leaves
With every breath
The smell of fettered death
But there’s no time to grieve

The wolves that turn fat
Feeding on each other
Human life is just a source of food
We might expire

No one here remembers
Before the wastelands
No
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days

The world was lost
So soon forgotten
All undone
The fools hang down
But the world’s still rotten

And the skies turn black
The wind is cold now
Try to recall back
Before the whole world died
Tried to hold on somehow

No one here remembers
Before the wastelands
No
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days

No one remembers
Before the wastelands
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days

No one remembers
Before the wastelands
No
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days

In these final dying days