Rotted Entering The Arena Of The Unwell
A pain prolonged - our hunger grows but we still walk
on.
The fires still burn - their ashes blocking out the
sun...
The Earth remains unmoved by our demise.
The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies.
The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife
as we edge towards the last days of mankind...
The road takes its toll as man reverts to animal.
An instinct to survive - we kill and steal to stay
alive...
The Earth remains unmoved by our demise.
The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies.
The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife
as we edge towards the last days of mankind...
Our road will be long, our pain prolonged,
our hunger grows but we still walk on.
The few that remain - disfigured and maimed -
stalk the land for human prey.
They teach us how to die.
Help us lead a more positive death...
A barren world as ash and debris coat the Earth.
A final breath - our journey only leads to death...
The Earth remains unmoved by our demise.
The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies.
The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife
as we edge towards the last days of mankind...
