Last Of Kin

Plague creeps on the spine of the earth The air sings of thunder The wind carries a roar That tears the ground apart World ridden of fruit Holds but blight and disease Her skin pulsates with pain With a sigh she ceases to be On a bed of rotten soil lies the sole child of man Plague creeps on the spine of the earth The air sings of thunder The wind carries a roar That tears the ground apart Alone she bears the weight of genesis Sins of her kin now dead On a bed of rotten soil lies the sole child of man [Chorus:] The girls fragile arms Cradle a withered dream Promise of a broken progeny Her loins carried no life On a bed of rotten soil lies the sole child of man [Chorus] [Lead] [Chorus]