Chronicles Of The Dead (Falchion)

Now here I am In the coldest rain of night I'm the last man standing and I try to remember Burning remains Of my home, my light Why it's just gone Why there's 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's 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's 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'm writing my last words into the chronicles of the dead