They fear… The wolves gather to run To hunt the herds now lost Against the horizon By the setting sun Carrion birds flock
And they fear… The shadows growing long The dusk is at the door The evenfall upon So seek shelter now
Soon the darkness beckons When the shadows fall Go! Run! To where the fires still burn Few and far are the havens
This time we went wrong Too deep, too far – gone The remaining are few Yet ever fewer will become
Rain falls down – unpoisoned Roots strangle the abodes Of man – forever fallen Great trunks tower where once buildings of glass And once more man fears the dark