Silence Of The Womb

The wandering old shapes
 Bereaved by their last days
 The empty seeds, the curse of man
 Mourning for this given hand
 Lonely steps across the land
 Trembling heart in the ocean sand
 The voice of despair echoes loud here
 When the waves carry the old
 For mother earth we fall
 To the last of man, she'll take us all
 Poisoned air, the wasted land
 Turns to our tomb
 The silence of the womb
 The skies blow the last light away
 Summer exists only in the writings of the wise
 We prepare for our final run
 When the winter swallows the sun