An old weak gray man on the hill
Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale
He remembers the old days, shadows of past
The old days, memories he's lost
He's searching for reasons, recalling the past
For reasons, fractive remains
He has before his eyes as the sky turned red
Changed the world its face
Naught was anymore like before
As the sky turned red, fertile days were gone
Many moons raised and set since that time
Now he's afraid of the return
He has settled life once and for all
He looks at the ruins of nature
Mankind's work is done
Vermin's stay behind the downfall
Weeds grow apace
Withered trees degenerated
Desolated tract of country
Storming clouds, unnatural color
Threatening mystic phenomena
Birds flight away with them our dreams
Years of destination took life away
Inactive all the time, man's sense of guilt
Now bones like glass, he never can take measures
(Sky turned red)
The omen strikes again
(Sky turned red)
The back of beyond
He has before his eyes as the sky turned red
Changed the world its face
Naught was anymore like before
As the sky turned red, fertile days were gone

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