At the sundown of a civilization The night air moves with a dismal tone In the weakening grip of our infestation Serenity will reclaim its throne
Today the Sun was not born Held down by heavy clouds of rain No light for our last days Desires long washed away...
I never saw the mountains moving For me the world was always still I was held down by the weight of the waters With heavy stones my heart was always sealed
Tonight the Moon howled with scorn To a pack of wolves dressed as men In a flash the stars were reformed But as soon as I looked again
(I saw...) What I saw was the end Yet all still looked the same No stigmas cast upon men No pits of brimstone or flame
"Beholding the moors by twilight Serenity that never came I realized it was not carved for my name But neither were the pits of brimstone and flame"
I never saw the mountains moving For me the world was always still I never held the keys within me The prophecies remained unfulfilled
I never saw the Earth in its grandeur I only saw it on its knees I never saw a wholesome picture I only saw it torn piece by piece...