Nature's Law
By Pistol
The waves are rolling toward the shore.
A silent world – an empty core.
Lifeless land with nothing more.
The waves are crashing on the shore.
The fabled beast – a mighty roar,
Extinction men choose to ignore,
And the waves are breaking at the shore.
A new beginning, our fathers – fore,
Human nature set to explore.
The waves are lapping at the shore.
Seven seas sailed, in the skies we soar.
Kingdoms conquered, blood they pour.
Crimson waves rest on the shore.
A fractured earth, relations sore.
A greed that breaks our natural core,
And the waves are turning on the shore.
Gluttonous rage,
We lust for more,
And the waves are monsters on the shore.
The tides are turning.
The land is raw.
Time to face our nature’s law.
And the waves are rolling toward the shore,
And the waves are rolling toward the shore,
And the waves are rolling toward the shore…
Forever more.