Last Song of the Birds

Last Song of the Birds


The birds will sing their last song this day,
The end of man is nigh.
The sun draws up, then fades away,
And no man hears its sigh.

No-one or thing will see the sun,
Rise in the sky again.
Of creatures left, there is not one,
To see a new day begin.

First swords, then guns, now bombs,
Virus and disease.
First man killed man, then man killed men,
Now man will kill everything.

No fish in the sea or bird in the sky
Will survive mans wrath,
And in the end, all will lie
Cold and dead in the aftermath.

No son of God will fall from heaven,
To save us from ourselves,
The hands of sly and clever men,
Hath forged us our own hell.

The last song of the birds is here,
They hymn their damning tune,
Savour it with a final tear,
For now the world is through.