Lesser Sons of Greater Fathers

Trees that grew here once
Have lost their roots
They're gone forever after
The grass, once fair and green
Grows no more in this black and lonely desert

Birds are playing with the dead
Until they're buried in the sand
Death is roaming ground
And reaches for the air

Some still struggle on
Pale and dry
No sun or rain will grace them
The wind will carry them away
Singing songs of fragile life and past existence

Lessеr sons of greater fathers
Lеsser sons of greater fathers
Lesser sons of greater fathers
Lesser sons of greater fathers