Chronicles of the Dead

Now here I am

In the coldest rain of night

I锛噈 the last man standing and

I try to remember

Burning remains

Of my home, my light

Why it锛噑 just gone

Why there锛噑 no life in sight

Tyrants

New law rising

A triumph is

In all their minds and thinkings

Their figures

Carved in marble

Power-hungry

And ill-advised, insane

Among the scorched ruins

The writings of the last of the living

Words of wisdom and peace and life

Future dreams, all smashed and torn

The knowledge I must pass on

But there锛噑 not a soul on this planet

So in silence will I crawl into my shallow grave

All are blind to see it clear

Propaganda reaching all

Decisions made in haste

Protesters deafened with deadly force

Armies marching on

Nations are on fire

Millions are bleeding

Millions are burning

The knowledge I must pass on

But there锛噑 not a soul on this planet

So in silence will I write the last chapter of

The chronicles of the dead

The final battle, flaming showdown

Total chaos, total war

Take your last breath and wait

Still waving the flag of hate, soon dead

This knowledge I must pass on

But there is not a soul on this planet

So in silence I锛噈 writing my last words into the chronicles of the dead