Fear The Future A Curse Bestowed Upon A Virgin World
Night time when the sky is low
And the light has ceased to be
My heart beats slow
And stillness like a wide and open sea
I dive in and let my self go
Astray in thoughts beyond the known
At one with all and eternity
Of the coming end... and of how it all came to be
Silver threads... from the present to the end...
Thin threads... from this moment to where it all began...
In a raging inferno conceived
Out of the magma hurled
A sweltering sphere of dirt
Lost in the vastness of universe
Caught in a lengthy dance with a tiny sun
A devastating couple in blackness around they spun
Lava froze and storms gave birth to seas
Lands rose and was won by beasts and greenery...
Rose then... did her cold bane to be
Spreading through the elysian fields
So fair to behold, so foul to encounter
A deadly grace, armed with blades
In a her eyes shone a different light
One of hunger and aspiring might
Vile her ways and high her goals
Strong her zeal and wicked her soul
So fair to behold...
So foul to encounter
With ferocity and bloodshed
She carved her place in the creation
Manmade deities took to the sky
Her towers eclipsed the sun
No matter the grandeur
Vanity her guide
No matter of fair her world became
Still so afraid of the afterlife, so afraid of the night
So afraid of the night
Monuments for mere mortal men...
In khufu they still stand
For all the progress made
And all battles fought and won
We carry a hunger no world can sedate
An excruciating thirst only our own extinction could ever slake
Night time when the sky is low
And the light has ceased to be
My heart beats slow
And stillness like a wide and open sea
So sad that this world will end in flames
And bitter i am to be one of her banes
Mankind is a curse
Bestowed upon a virgin world
