Colony / A Gathering

Above all, feed the young Heed your mother’s call Feather your own And you will yet prevail Where the others have already failed Down below, when worms won’t grow We’ll pick over the bones of our own Can’t breathe underwater Falling in the fire High upon the mountain A colony retires A cold wind blows on Full of fear For us all Can you hear... Prey on the weaklings Those feeble ones are your chance to eat So please, have no mercy on those beneath Their worlds will never keep No Stay on the ground Like the worms you are Keep on the ground Leave the birds to work When this world goes You will know to curse The dead world below Weak light Vague cries The seas rise The bough is dry Behold the ailing sun Pray for all those yet to come Prepare for all to come undone Greet all of those who have come to mourn Fall to the earth Bled dry Curse this dead and dying clump of dirt Left to die Black sky Bless these noble men and all they’ve done Fall to earth Bled dry The blind leading the blind into the dark Left to die Black sky Look upon the weak and dying sun Walk on black sand Mourn this dead land Behold!