Born in the wake of a nation's demise
Guided by uncertain sands
What hope lies ahead for the valleys?
Cratered by bombs, and the fields packed with salt
What grim future awaits the young?
The elders stand with mangled feet
Hungry butchers looking to cut short the lives of a generation fathered by war
Forests burnt black by a poisonous rain
The soil left twisted and harsh
Crippled bloodlines infected with cancer
The scythe of the ranch hand now left his mark
What grim future awaits the young?
The elders stand with mangled feet
Hungry butchers looking to cut short the lives of a generation fathered by war
What grim future awaits the young?
The elders stand with mangled feet
Hungry butchers looking to cut short the lives of a generation fathered by war
