From the depths of time comes a soulful song
Of love departed, of suffering, of death
It comes from the wounded, the lost, the forgotten
It rises as the mournful howl of a lone wolf in the night
Born on the wind, over the streams, the mountains
Into the unfathomable distance...

It is a cry as old as it is sorrowful
Searching, seeking, wanting, despairing
The heartache... the pain... so much loss

All over the world
In every city, every village, every barrio
The song finds its reflection
For all lands share and echo

To those amongst the living
That hold no hope
It is a sound as familiar
As the rushing wind through the leaves
For they live the cry
They are part of it

So much in this world has been sown
With blood and tears
Yet the reaping continues
And ever more bitter grows the harvest
For man's greatest talent so often seems destruction
So hell bent we are on conquest
And domination

But when every stone is turned
When very wilderness is tamed
What will man have left for himself?
The song knows the answer...
Ashes and ruin...
Dust and bones...

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