As the emerald fields are laid to waste
And the morning dew is soiled with dust
No birds spread their wings no more
All silent now are the cannons of war

The havoc has ceased, all still and at peace
The bombardment has stopped and the last bomb dropped
All grenades detonated and the last living desecrated
Guns emptied to the last round, a world finally undone

No mourners gathered, not a single tear shed
No graves dug, none to bury the dead

The great crescendo, the last verse absurd
Obliteration... a world’s bloody rebirth

And hope is a vessel, left port ages ago
Far of to sea we gather, though we will never know
We pray for her return, but all gods are gone
Chants remain unheard, and of hope we will see none

The decline was for all to see
Riots in every city
Chaos in every street
Economies collapsing
Nations to their knees

The facades were breaking down
Glass walls splintered inch by inch
The shards reflecting the setting sun
Then they all came tumbling down

Under the burning skies...
People gathered and leaders lied...
Gigantic armies assembled
Grand colossal clashes
Fire consumed them all
Nations burnt to ashes...

The dead litter the face of the world,
And everywhere a battlefield

And hope is a vessel, left port ages ago
Far of to sea we gather, though we will never know
We pray for her return, but all the gods are gone
Chants remain unheard, and of hope we will see none

This is the bleaker season
The bitter fall...
Of lifting smoke and fading hopes...
Hope...