Relics and dust beneath My weary feet All that remains Of the world I remember Acrid and fertile the stench of decay Enters my mind And writes in my soul This desolate place, once so alive Is now dead and cold I envy the dead The grave of civilization It stretches all around me The silence is painful It cannot be kept out I’m left alone with The sound of emptiness My footfalls echo off The monoliths of grey concrete Relics and dust beneath My weary feet, all that remains Of the world I remember Paint with destruction Upon canvas of concrete The proud laid low Lives are rendered in bone Where once the hives of man Strove to pierce the sky A warren of decay spreads For mile upon mile A gentle blanket of ash Smothers remembrance and grief But none are left alive No one still breathing to weep Ominous mournful clouds Shroud the ghost of the sun I wander these ruins alone And beg for the end to come Skeletal remains of buildings Claw at the poisoned sky Like withered fossilised hands Of long dead gods Corpse city shells Of extinct titan insects The howl of the restless wind Through the rusted pipes An assemblage of melancholy artifice The arrogant folly Of mankind’s avarice The swollen red sun sets For the final time In a thousand years The dead glassy earth is growing cold Filthy snow tumbles Form a sickly glowing sky It settles upon the endless Ruin and bones There can be no return from this I envy the dead