[Verse 1]
The wandering old shapes
Bereaved by their last days
The empty seeds, the curse of man
Mourning for this given hand

[Verse 2]
Lonely steps across the land
Trembling heart in the ocean sand
The voice of despair echoes loud here
When the waves carry the old

[Chorus]
For mother earth we fall
To the last of man, she'll take us all
Poisoned air, the wasted land
Turns to our tomb
The silence of the womb

[Verse 3]
The skies blow the last light away
Summer exists only in the writings of the wise
We prepare for our final run
When the winter swallows the sun

[Chorus]
For mother earth we fall
To the last of man, she'll take us all
Poisoned air, the wasted land
Turns to our tomb
The silence of the womb
[Outro]
The wandering old shapes
Bereaved by their last days
The empty seeds, the curse of man
Mourning for this given hand