Sky Turned Red — Atrocity

An old weak, grey man on the hill Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale

He remembers the old days, shadows of past The old days, memories he's lost He's searching for reasons, recalling the past For reasons, fractive remains

He has before his eyes As the sky turned red Changed the world it's face

Naught was anymore like before As the sky turned red Fertile days were gone Many moons raised and set since that time Now he's afraid of the return He has settled life once and for all

He looks at the ruins of nature Mankind's work is done Vermins stay behind the downfall Weeds grow apace

Withered trees – degenerated Desolated – tract of country Storming clouds – Unnatural colour Threatening, mystic phenomena

Birds flight away With them our dreams Years of destination Took life away

Inactive all the time Man's sense of guilt Now bones like glass He never can take measures

(Sky turned red) The omen strikes again (Sky turned red) The back of beyond

He has before his eyes As the sky turned red Changed the world it's face

Naught was anymore like before As the sky turned red Fertile days were gone