A Dying Land

There is a fading light
Upon the valleys and rivers
A whisper of hope
A desperate plea of life

Beneath a falling sky
Upon great mountains of old
A soil of rot
And a land of blight

Cut down in the land we call home
Starved and left to die here alone
Hunger thrives in the absence of hope
Death waits upon these shores
A dying land

There is an absence of life
And the gravestones grow
Farmеrs reap empty fields
And only thе crows feast

Even kings rot on their thrones
And many sleep to never awake
Kingdoms fall to the will of dirt
Nature brings all to heel
A dying land

This is our home
We die alone
The sun turns black
And the fields don't grow
A dying land