One final march to shores of extinction
Far-off trumpets call through the glow of dusk
Heavy eyes spare no glances
A haze descends
To still the world
Last rays of sun stretch shadows cold and vacant
No more home than fiery day
Heavy eyes spare no glances
A haze descends
To still the world below
The choking sky is theater to procession
Long-dead stars silently await
Heavy eyes spare no glances
A haze descends
To still the world
Where once grew forests rich with ambition
Now lie graveyards of ancient hopes
Heavy eyes spare no glances
A haze descends
To still the world below
A haze descends upon the masses
And stills the world below
Color drained from the faces
None remember how to mourn
Entranced by flames on the horizon
Nothing is lost, nothing is found
Under a silent sky that never heard prayers
Nothing is lost, nothing is found
One final march towards the end
