The Epitaph of the Vain and the Forgotten Lyrics

Overshadowed by surmounting fears
My hopes evade me
Above my head the monuments
Built to thieves
They try to bandage the severed head
They try to salvage the fucking dead
So deceived and distraught
All their efforts amount to naught

But weeds! A speck of dust in an endless sea
But dirt! A mistake and nothing worth
Insane! Unable to live up to what we called humane
The sick! We carried the seed of our destruction within
Destroyer of worlds, what have we become?
Khali let the final days come!

Avert our eyes from what we've done
A hive collapsing
We carve our names into the ground
One final vanity
We race head first to the end of the world
And plead of forgiveness from encircling birds
To earth we'll return
Everything known to man will burn

But weeds! A speck of dust in an endless sea
But dirt! A mistake and nothing worth
Insane! Unable to live up to what we called humane
The sick! We carried the seed of destruction within
Destroyer of worlds, what have we become?
Khali let the final days come!

Empty seas, eroded land
Polluted air in the trail of man
A world of deserts, engulfed in sand
Inherit wastelands in the trail of man
An epitaph whispered in the trees
Let the earth be silent after ye
But still the scar will remain
And the extinct won't come again

So fall!
Beneath the monuments to thieves grown tall
So crawl!
Beneath the scavengers surrounding all
So fall!
Among the bones of those who never tried at all
So crawl!
Beneath the masters whip and swear yourself innocent to all

In the twilight of civilization I see Khali dancing, with her bloodstained arms stretched to the scavengers above. Careless the animals gather around the funeral pyre of humanity, the lost ones, those who strayed from the way of things and became the gods of chaos and deceit. Crumbling, their fossilized hives now lay silent in the aftermath. The forgiveness of the oblivion that only can be found in the coming and going of countless ages will clear the names of the guilty just as the rain and the wind wears down the names they carved in the granite and marble. Let the epitaph be written on the bark of the trees and heard in the song of the birds. Let it read “Here lies humanity, the vane and the forgotten”. May the earth remain silent after ye.