They witnessed the entropy from an unbridgeable distance
They lived in isolation for the people refused to listen
The ways of the earth our ancestors knew, their instinct was true
Honesty so rare, we may now have the tools, yet few really dare
The silent ones
They laid to waste
Forbidden to speak
So vengeance of the black sheep came
Let this be known
One way or the other
They were the heretics
Dare you heed their words?