The World Grows Dull

Trembling in the beam of the moonlight from afar
The wild casts its might to the horror below
Falling to the wrath of the night sky at its hand
Vengeance owns the scent of the air tonight.

Lo, in the land where the winds has roared
And the chants of lifelessness has soared
See the world grow dull
Soils drowned away by the vicious waves
Fires burn all life to ash-swept graves
And the world grows dull.

Wastelands are an art created by the storms
No tyranny to obstruct from the infinite skies
Frozen and blown away until all movement has ceased
In the still the voice of the earth can be finally heard.

Lo, in the land where the winds has roared
And the chants of lifelessness has soared
See the world grow dull
Soils drowned away by the vicious waves
Fires burn all life to ash-swept graves
And the world grows dull.

Frowning down upon the aftermath
Naked branches reaching out to the world
Spirit of the winds is yearning strong
Courage must keep fighting on.

All life destroyed
No sound amidst the ruins
One spirit is born to be transformed
And give rise to a superior realm.