Lyrics:

We don't know this placethis wasted stretch of landand these steaming horizonsit's locked in our pastit's stragely so familiarlike a scar on our memoryno sign of the ancient heroeswho gave us this one last hourit's so still, there's so few of us herethere's no sound here at allthe last light disappearswith the Sons of decaythe ones left to stayFor years we were lostwe slept as systems stored usthey sealed in our orderswe woke up alonein this silence and this spaceas if nothing happenedno sign of the ancient heroeswho left us this one long hourit's so still, there's so few of us herelove, I'm feeling so small, all nightjust waiting herewith the Sons of decaythe ones left to staySubmitted by Michael Hack