Testo Forest Of Dead Trees

A golden world, once flurishing
Now a barron wasteland concieved
Our deaf ears can't hear the screams
Of the suffering, willowing, dying trees

No one seems to feel the cold
The darkness cloaks the open graves
The loss of all hope is yet so old As the naked eye is blinded by the fog

The forces of greed and lust prevail
The human soul can't win this fight
The machine they built is oh so strong
Defiance is not an option tonight

The ceremony begins, the cematery holds
the funeral of man and his creations
Through despise they achieve all of their goals
Power, War, Hate, Controll

A once pround race reduced to ash
A once pure blood now run cold
An eternal paradox of meaningless existance And the loss of hope still grows so old