Run down through the charnel wood,
There beyond the darkened glen.
Where the crystal water once ran free,
Only strange things crawl around the bend.
Hidden deep within this hollow,
The shadow figures come and go.
To hide away vast sums of treasure,
And all the realms of knowledge known.
To plan for the day that’s coming soon,
When a dying planet breathes its last.
The reign of man will come to an end,
When the cities burn under a silent moon.
And what will be the fate of this earth,
When blue and green are no longer seen?
All that we built with our hands and minds,
Settles to dust with the passage of time.
Will the shadow figures cast a new light,
On some cold and distant brave new world?
Can we learn from the past and start again,
Or disappear along the deep shadow’s end?