The earth furled asunder beneath an eternity of soil
The blood of our lands evaporated and forgotten
Distant moans haunt me, vibrations of wisdom past
Warning me of the future
Slow descent to extinction a meager hope to end
Our process of disintegration. an imploding realm
Distant moans haunt me
Vibrations of wisdom past
Warning me of a future
These voices are barren and few
But they speak of a mortal indemnity
To our world. voices.. voices..