Murderers. No one would hear me, no one knew I had a 
soul. Now winter
comes for you all. I will run the rivers dry, I will make 
the molten
mountains cry. I'll bring the fire, I'll take the air. I 
am the earth we
will never share. I dine with the moon, I am the father 
of mother nature.
I move to and fro won't you let the others know that I am 
out to kill.
Murderers. Now can you hear me, now can you feel my soul? 
My winter comes
for you all. There's no place to hide. I will call upon 
the raging tide.
I'll bring the fire, I'll take the air. I am the earth we 
will never
share. I will bring you down. You've brought this on 
yourself, it's been a
long time coming now. I dine with the moon, I am the 
father of mother
nature. So can you hear me now?
You're all victims of the same dying race. What have we 
done? Have we
reached our destination? You're all features of the same 
lying face. We
die as one. Will there be another generation?