The Moss Upon Our Ruins 歌词

An endless panorama Of crumbling stone Wonders and shanties alike Creep inexorably to earth Discordant shapes Scar the skyline In contortion they beg the sky And plead mercy But none listen None hear the creaks and groans As the wood warps and splinters None see the iron rust and buckle In the damp scathing winds Sprawling trunks of spruce Ravage the jungles of glass No courtesy or contempt is extended Where indifference is king There will be no graves To mark our passing No monument to this folly No tears shall lament this scene A ballad of silence For the moss upon our ruins