كلمات Dying Age

This world is not ours Still we ravage with no remorse We blindly follow leaders And choose not to question the course Ten thousand years of civilised culture Where are we headed In the fading light of justice Life is not left to live What choices do we leave our children When all we do is exploit and consume Weakness reigns in our hearts There is life in every breath But when will we be able to breath Bitterness flows in open streams What is left of beauty What is left for everyone to see Ten thousand years of civilised culture Where are we headed In the fading light of justice Life is not left to live In this savage season There is still life in every breath There is still beauty in every stone But as the butchered landscape witness Life is not left to live In the dying strain of pure beauty I fall to my knees