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...