An old weak, grey man on the hill   Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale      He remembers the old days, shadows of past   The old days, memories he's lost   He's searching for reasons, recalling the past   For reasons, fractive remains      He has before his eyes   As the sky turned red   Changed the world it's face      Naught was anymore like before   As the sky turned red   Fertile days were gone      Many moons raised and set since that time   Now he's afraid of the return   He has settled life once and for all      He looks at the ruins of nature   Mankind's work is done   Vermins stay behind the downfall   Weeds grow apace      Withered trees- degenerated   Desolated- tract of country   Storming clouds- Unnatural colour   Threatening, mystic phenomena      Birds flight away   With them our dreams   Years of destination   Took life away      Inactive all the time   Man's sense of guilt   Now bones like glass   He never can take measures      (Sky turned red)   The omen strikes again   (Sky turned red)   The back of beyond      He has before his eyes   As the sky turned red   Changed the world it's face      Naught was anymore like before   As the sky turned red   Fertile days were gone