Lakes of frozen tearsna sleeping landscape with flakes of fear.nFrom silent lips screamed blames of a calamity that gains.nThe widows observing their fallen heroes,ntasting the tastes of fate,nnow knowing that no warrior can defeat that tide,nnow knowing that it's too late...nnWhat can we do? What can we do now?nClosing no doors that we've kicked off.nThe ape with the bomb is the way we have chosen.nWhat can we do? What can we do now?nnFire in the woods, a burning paradise with an end that grows.nHopped up children losing more and more their roots.nA mind sucking engine of out grey tasting life,nbut the grey gets an extension 'til it fills our hive.nHere is the grass not green but black.nThe air whispers today, the ash comes back.nnWhat can we do? What can we do now?