The sky a shadowy, eerie black.
Dust lays on the ground.
Here, remains our tiny town.
Invaded by theives.
Eaten by moths.
The plague destroyed all life.
And now all hope is lost.
For we need a hero to save us now.
Dying in numbers, no slowing down.
Can anything ever be truly found?
But God is on the move, me and Him are bound.