Wind still blows
Rain still falls
Earth still alive
Time still burning wildly
I see the lowering darkness, shades beyond black
Stars are points on this ancient map
The only warming solace in this vile place
The only link to the old, forsaken ways
It’s like a breath inhaled from an air so sick
To suffer existence in this tar-laden pit
Pale dead lights offer no heat
Toxic smoke air, poison so sweet
Moon still evades
Sun still pursues
Though chilled by the night
Fire still burns inside me I see the lowering darkness, shades beyond black
Stars are points on this ancient map
The only warming solace in this vile place
The only link to the old, forsaken ways
All the ancient gods
Are man’s embodiment of nature
The portrayal of our ancestors
Symbolic of the forces that created us all
The gods of old
Are with us still
Every rainfall
Every breath drawn
With the rising of the morning sun
I look to the east and see it has begun:
A new dawn approaching, a return from abroad
I depart this wasteland, back to the green of the gods