Plan Of Execution - Tragedy

A barren landscape of a ravaged world*

Forgotten remnants of a savage war

Vultures scatter, buzzards swarm

Darkness descending from the heavens' scorn

The caches of riches mean nothing now

A scalpless skeleton wears the crown

Empires fall and all are equal in death

Peasant and slaver take their last breath their last breath

Hand in hand, time after time, insane despots

Execute by design, taking the world down

With them in vain, colors fade into a sea of grey

No in blindness, life stops breathing

No signs of life but the scavengers feasting

No signs of life, no signs of life, no signs of life