Dying Age - Purified In Blood

This world is not ours

Still we ravage with no remorse

We blindly follow leaders

And choose not to question the course

Ten thousand years of civilised culture

Where are we headed

In the fading light of justice

Life is not left to live

What choices do we leave our children

When all we do is exploit and consume

Weakness reigns in our hearts

There is life in every breath

But when will we be able to breath

Bitterness flows in open streams

What is left of beauty

What is left for everyone to see

Ten thousand years of civilised culture

Where are we headed

In the fading light of justice

Life is not left to live

In this savage season

There is still life in every breath

There is still beauty in every stone

But as the butchered landscape witness

Life is not left to live

In the dying strain of pure beauty

I fall to my knees