Tiberian Sun - Far West Battlefront

Bathed in the light of borrowed life

We cling to hope in a hopeless time

The voices of the non-existent

Will echo through the infinite

The voyager came in the gift of famine

In the guise of an offering

A millennia will pass and only sand will remain

This world will crumble in ignominy

Looked down upon in disdain from the heavens

We are no longer instruments of their will

In the end even the gods will abandon us

Time is the decrepit mistress drenched in regret

The dead stars don’t speak of a foreseeable future

We leave nothing but a carrion mess

Ailing forward at the gates, we find we have been denied

In the end even death will reject us