An old weak, grey man on the hill Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale
He remembers the old days, shadows of past The old days, memories he's lost He's searching for reasons, recalling the past For reasons, fractive remains
He has before his eyes As the sky turned red Changed the world it's face
Naught was anymore like before As the sky turned red Fertile days were gone
Many moons raised and set since that time Now he's afraid of the return He has settled life once and for all
He looks at the ruins of nature Mankind's work is done Vermins stay behind the downfall Weeds grow apace
Withered trees- degenerated Desolated- tract of country Storming clouds- Unnatural colour Threatening, mystic phenomena
Birds flight away With them our dreams Years of destination Took life away
Inactive all the time Man's sense of guilt Now bones like glass He never can take measures
(Sky turned red) The omen strikes again (Sky turned red) The back of beyond
He has before his eyes As the sky turned red Changed the world it's face
Naught was anymore like before As the sky turned red Fertile days were goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
