Like Gods under this sun we used to tread Through meadows of heaven we once called home, Never afraid of what might lie ahead, Above us nothing but the vast blue dome. For eons past we called this world our own, Blind to the heralds of our own demise;
We just chose to sit idly on our throne, And watch it crumble in front of our eyes. I recall the day our paradise died When it got tainted by this human stain; Many a tear for my brethren I cried In my bleeding heart nothing left but pain. Long past are the times when Gods walked this land At dawn of man we made our final stand.