Paroles de Not a Prophecy

Some arid lands follower by some infinite seas Endlessly, an ochre and blue palette. Oceans without any life more. Some vague memories of the forest lung And for only witness In all this immensity The deadly caress Of the last sun’s ray This is not a prophecy Neither a dream nor a nightmare This is just our future reality The wind is not anymore the synonymous with coolness It is burning, spinning round, and stifling It uncovers sometimes, the past relics Some mortal remains and civilization last traces This is not a prophecy Neither a dream nor a nightmare This is just our future reality But what remains of it? Who’s able now to tell the story? Only god can! And his task is finally complered!