Il testo della Dawn of dark skies

Cannae

In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist spread amongst the air, colored
Leaves die and then abandon their origin. flowerless aroma and roots with no
Chance, earth wisked away by winds of ignorance. a portrait of blindness we
All possess, and then the all important clock begins to laugh in all our
Faces. in the past, not a thought to the future on a sphere that's four
Billion years old, the sun will burn everything and then it'll go cold, we
The people will burn to the bone, death ridden corpse will now mark our home.
Boiled seas will abandon shores. think where we'll be if we don't try to act,
The world will go back to it's origin.