The Slow Death - The Chosen Ones

Текст:

We lift our eyes and see her there,
Majestic cradle in the smoke stained sky
Countless wars have raged below, As this great seed took form

We have sifted through the ashes of our ruined home
And gathered what few dusty treasures remained
We offer them now, to the Chosen Ones
We give them bitterly, we give them our lives
Every tiny, vain dream in every beating heart
Is forfeit now, to this one, great, final hope

So many of us fought so hard to stop them
From taking away what precious little remained
We defended the right of every human being
To snarl and fight over the charred carcass of the world

Now the Ark has left us with the bones

Without warning, the Ark drifts away,
It sets below the horizon like the moon
Lights red in the smog sullied sky, Never to rise again
The last hope, the only hope for mankind

And of those of us who remain
Some will weep, some will fight, some will pray
Some will gather the ashes in bloody fingers
Only to watch them blow away

We stole the earth from our children