Bolt Thrower

Storms calm neon skies
Still chilling winds roam the nulear wastes
Haunting the conscience of a forgotten existence
Civilisation's mistake
Peace at last takes it's grip on the land
For a moment time stands still
Existing in the debris of bygone wars
Hope breeds an incentive not to kill
Existence declines, extinction mankind
A lifetime of time slips away
Resurrect mankind sacrificed to power
From ruins to the birth of a new reality
Rising from the ashes of past destruction
Civilisations, new existence
Lost in a void without future or past
Shattered mind in the presence of pain
Domineering desolation
Controlling the solitary plains