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And no one shall mark the grave of the last man... |
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The chieftain stares into the fire |
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A shadow of a tear upon his face |
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He's not really wise or old, no gets old no more |
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He just happens to be leading |
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The remnant of the race |
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And he knows not all will make the night |
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He knows this time they've lost the fight |
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Some still speak of the flower-tribe |
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Who laid their weapons down, and tried |
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To live in peace, but were overrun |
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When greed replaced need |
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Then fast downhill it went from there |
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Until all the land was bare |
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Now they cower in the moonless night |
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And pray they'll see the day |
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Lesser sons of greater sires |
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Bearing wood to their own pyres |
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One of them may look towards the sky |
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And raise his broken voice to cry... |
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O, Mother Earth, how could we forget |
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The gifts you gave, the things you let |
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Us do to you, to live off you |
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And dance beneath the stars |
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O, Mother Earth, how could we have known |
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The love you gave's not lightly thrown |
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Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons |
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Or have your peace once we are gone |
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The hunters tell of a place they've found |
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Where paper stands in leather bound |
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Filled with mystic signs |
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That none now can unwind |
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And one who says he's very bold |
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Claims he's seen a chest of gold |
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But the others say such things are vain |
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They give no shelter from the rain |
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The vulture riding winds up high |
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Espies these wicked creatures die |
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From time to time his blood will chill |
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When he hears their song from hill to hill |
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O, Mother Earth, how could we forget |
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The gifts you gave, the things you let |
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Us do to you, to live off you |
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And dance beneath the stars |
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O, Mother Earth, how could we have known |
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The love you gave's not lightly thrown |
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Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons |
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Or have your peace once we are gone |
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When all again is wrapped in green |
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And the balance is restrained |
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None will recall the sad laments |
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Of dethroned kings of yore |
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O, Mother Earth, how could we forget |
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The gifts you gave, the things you let |
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Us do to you, to live off you |
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And dance beneath the stars |
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O, Mother Earth, how could we have known |
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The love you gave's not lightly thrown |
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Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons |
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Or have your peace once we are gone |
