歌词
[Verse 1]
We scurry through the shadows of a world gone dark and cold,
The echoes of the past, the stories left untold.
Once we were just vermin, despised and chased away,
But now we're the survivors of man's grand dismay.
[Verse 2]
We watched the skies grow darker, as the bombs began to fall,
The cities turned to wastelands, the mighty crumbled small.
In their quest for power, they forged their own demise,
Leaving us to wonder, beneath these ashen skies.
[Pre-Chorus]
In the silence, we hear whispers of the world that used to be,
A tale of man's ambition, and his final, tragic plea.
[Chorus]
Oh, the folly of mankind, the pride before the fall,
They built their mighty towers, only to lose it all.
Now we roam the ruins, in the silence we find peace,
In the ashes of their glory, where their voices ceased.
[Verse 3]
Among the twisted metal and the remnants of their reign,
We find a strange new freedom, in the aftermath of pain.
For we were but the lowly, now kings of this domain,
Inheriting the earth, where man's dreams were slain.
[Verse 4]
Now we learn from their mistakes, in our quiet, humble way,
We thrive among the remnants of their fast decayed display.
And as we build our future, in the shadows of their past,
We hope to find a wisdom that their glory couldn't last.
[Pre-Chorus]
In the silence, we hear whispers of the world that used to be,
A tale of man's ambition, and his final, tragic plea.
[Chorus]
Oh, the folly of mankind, the pride before the fall,
They built their mighty towers, only to lose it all.
Now we roam the ruins, in the silence we find peace,
In the ashes of their glory, where their voices ceased.
[Verse 5]
In tunnels deep and endless, where secrets long have slept,
We trace the paths they wandered, the promises they kept.
Yet in their great ambition, they couldn't see the cost,
The dreams they chased so fervently, in mushroom clouds were lost.
[Bridge]
We see the ghosts of empires, in the dust where they decay,
A solemn vow to nature, that we won't lose our way.
In the quiet of the twilight, we forge a life anew,
From the remnants of their grandeur, we build a world that's true.
[Outro]
So here's to the survivors, the lowly and the small,
We rise among the ruins, we heed the final call.
For in the end, it’s nature that reclaims the throne,
In the quiet of the wasteland, we find a world our own.
