All That's Left Is Rust

Earth void of life, no birds shall roam the skies
The sun chars all barren ground with its pitch-black eyes
The swans turn gray with ash, waters red with blood
On the shores I feel the remains of a stricken life in mud.

Before my eyes unfolds a scenery of pain
Home of the black flies, of locusts, shut chains
A kingdom built to fall from the start of time
A world built around the necrosis of mind.

Arise, my precious tides, stand proud and tall
Crumble down on the cliffs and sweep away it all
Wash all the ashes away, sweep aside the dust
Make way for a new time for all that's left is rust.

Under the waves hides the rust, under the rust a new time
A new time rinsed with hope and ridden of bleak days
Thrown into the abyss, hurled into the cold stream
Swept away into the dreary tides.

Arise, my precious tides, stand proud and tall
Crumble down on the cliffs and sweep away it all
Wash all the ashes away, sweep aside the dust
Make way for a new time for all that's left is rust.