Dead Worlds

The land barren of living earth
Bloody wounds and sodden shirt
Your wounds, they cry and they hurt
Run now from the barren Earth
Empty dreams from a dying world

We run, we bleed and scream from hurt
Legs do fly as if new birth
Madness clings from the hurt
The Earth shudders and it twist
From her womb slips new birth

Cry's to heavens yet to hear
The sun does roast at this Barren Birth
Lava flowing as chunks do fall
Trees start to burn there is nothing here

Last days fall as they run
Days grow closer with each hand
Humans learn from their mistake
But their not here to show a hand
For their bodies burn in the sand