I mourn the death of a drove of innocent species, Accomplice of their slaughter by my inactivity, Only the worthy one, products of customary eugenics, Were saved for a dismal life of slavery...
In our century where the birds fell from the skies, There is no hope for redemption, We are guilty of our lust for lucre and power, The blood of Gaia's sons stains our hands...
One among them, I share the blame, for the burning of the woods, The plundering of a delicate ecosystem, no end justified these means... Ashes of the departed forests scatter, coating the soil, Suffocating the underground into a man-made desert.
Under the pounding of the acid rains the vegetation is dying by inches, Is there still someone who cares for what the future will be? Our green lung is desperately shrinking yet black gold is flowing free. From now on oil and coal reign supreme, was it worth these sacrifices?
A bleak moon rose again over our wasteland, At the gates of the eternal winter we created... Colors are relentingly fading away, Dying reminiscences of a soul Once inhabiting our derelict Earth, Ghost of a tormented miracle. A light breeze whistle in the branches Of the last surviving trees, Flaying softly the remains of a canopy... And so fell the last leaves...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
