Letras
The trees no longer, care to whisper
Their limbs blackened with the char of years
Boughs once lifted in praise of dawn
Now hanging small, in sombre decay
Rivers choke on remnants of intent
Where once life danced in floods of spring
Now floats the wretched carcass of empires
It's decay, leeching into sacred lands
Above the heath, smoke coil like thoughts
From minds bereft of joyous memory
For the skies now carry a fateful omen
In the absence, of empathy
In the deep vales where fire now breathes
Scorched figures lie beneath the tor
Features cracked in raging heat
As eyes reflect a landscape dying
Ash falls slowly on the pastures
And covers tracks, of former, kin
Flames now hollow in their conquest
Must all burn and start again?
This is not the wrath of gods
Nor punishment forged in the stars
This is nature, shedding sickness
A body exhaling it's fever in flame