A World Bereaved

Out of the cradle, into a cold embrace

A kingdom of ashes, a throne turned to dust

State of oblivion, lingering on

A view from the highground

Gaze upon these barren lands

Searching the path to carry on

Spirals has torn the sky

Unfruitful soil

Neither man nor wilder beast

To be seen

Out of the cradle, into a cold embrace

A kingdom of ashes, a throne turned to dust

State of oblivion, lingering on

The city a carcass, The winds blowing foul

Through the domes, A withering graveyard

Littered with bones, On and on

The tragic unfolds