Darklands

A foreboding sign, as time turned a page
In a land condemned to night
The few men that remain, took to the plains
In an eternal battle for light…
No sun to brighten the way, nothing to divide the night from the day
No moon to sustain the tide, as if the planet itself has died
Yet the warriors still search on and on
Fire, to hold the flame, is a power they have yet to tame
Their need to survive, leads their way as they ride
And the warriors still search on and on
Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands
Men of will, surely damned, on a tireless quest across the sand
On the edge of a molten sea, is where the sacred fire is said to be
And the warriors still search on and on
Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands
The years gone by, in the blink of an eye
For generations they’ve been looking for a sign
…And the warriors still search on and on
Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands…