Dying Land Lyrics - Darkseed

the last bird from a scattered flock 

seeks shelter in a tree 

alone amongst the lonely woods 

he will cry when noone hears 

he will fall when noone cares 

palls of grief hanging in the clouds 

what must go wrong, so that we see 

there's not enough to make us stop 

we are the devils of a dying land 

what evil spirit holds us here 

we wear a careless mask 

making friends with death 

we are devils of a dying land 

mankind took all nature's pride 

mercy out of sight 

demons dark around us swarm 

forests' last time 

the short last sound of singing birds 

we don't know what it means 

will we ever know? 

a world where iron shells 

can kill men's blood 

a world of emptiness, 

a dying land