The earth furled asunder beneath an eternity of soil The blood of our lands evaporated and forgotten Distant moans haunt me, vibrations of wisdom past Warning me of the future Slow descent to extinction a meager hope to end Our process of disintegration. an imploding realm Distant moans haunt me Vibrations of wisdom past Warning me of a future These voices are barren and few But they speak of a mortal indemnity To our world. voices.. voices..