Seeks shelter in a tree
Alone amongst the lonely woods
He will cry when noone hears
He will fall when noone cares
Palls of grief hanging in the clouds
What must go wrong, so that we see
There's not enough to make us stop
We are the devils of a dying land
What evil spirit holds us here
We wear a careless mask
Making friends with death
We are devils of a dying land
Mankind took all nature's pride
Mercy out of sight
Demons dark around us swarm
Forests' last time
The short last sound of singing birds
We don't know what it means
Will we ever know?
A world where iron shells
Can kill men's blood
A world of emptiness,
A dying land
The last bird from a scattered flock Seeks shelter in a tree Alone amongst the lonely woods He will cry when noone hears He will fall when noone cares Palls of grief hanging in the clouds What must go wrong, so that we see There's not enough to make us stop We are the devils of a dying land What evil spirit holds us here We wear a careless mask Making friends with death We are devils of a dying land Mankind took all nature's pride Mercy out of sight Demons dark around us swarm Forests' last time The short last sound of singing birds We don't know what it means Will we ever know? A world where iron shells Can kill men's blood A world of emptiness, A dying land Explain Request ×
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