Tragedy's Birth Lyrics - The Gathering Wilderness - Primordial

The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit 

His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands 

Skin as leather, burnt by the sun 

This world is not for him, this world is not for you nor I 

When the gods were young, the burden was less 

It was not grief and it was not fear 

Who cast the shadow upon our age? 

Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? 

He counts the hours, days and awful years 

To when the children stare into the sun 

The mountains crumble to the sea 

And our civilizations turn to dust 

They are turned to dust