The  Tragedy  of  Modern  Ages  -  Revocation

Silence,  the  hymn  to  the  somber  lands*

As  nuclear  winter  descends,

Wraiths  of  past  nations  linger  and  loom.

In  the  shadows  of  history's  death.

An  unsustainable  standard  of  affluence.

Has  decimated  the  makings  of  man.

And  commodity's  gaping  influence.

Has  distorted  and  defiled  all  the  land.

Written  in  a  timeless  script,

The  tragedy  of  modern  ages.

Cries  forth  the  dismal  fate  of  man.

In  bloodied,  tear-stained  pages.

Written  in  a  timeless  script,

The  tragedy  of  modern  ages.

Cries  forth  the  dismal  fate  of  man.

In  bloodied,  tear-stained  pages.

Trapped  within  a  fabricated  world.  Of  Gods  encased  in  metal  beams,

Subsumed  and  enveloped  in  synthetic  dreams.

Evolution  holds  a  cunning  trap  –  The  misfortunes  of  the  human.

Are  his  works,  though  brilliant  they  may  be,  they've  led  him  to  his  ruin.

Written  in  a  timeless  script,

The  tragedy  of  modern  ages.

Cries  forth  the  dismal  fate  of  man.

In  bloodied,  tear-stained  pages.

Written  in  a  timeless  script,

The  tragedy  of  modern  ages.

Cries  forth  the  dismal  fate  of  man.

In  bloodied,  tear-stained  pages.