Fantasy for Harp, Op. 117: I. Lament - II. March - III. Nocturne - IV. Scherzo - V. Finale

歌詞

After loss of beauty Through the aging of the skin Another slow erosion Will erupt from deep within And then I'll be... And then I'll be... And then I'll be... Dead Life, slowly fades away Trampled, under Man's parade Our remains will not be found Our ships will run aground Continue on to rape the earth Unconcerned with what gave you birth Continue on, unaware Casting up your silent prayers But, the world will still... But, the world will still... Die Failed, our panets health Victim of industrial wealth Screams won't be much help A shadow of what isn't there Has appeared out of thin air Explaining all that you can't see One small step One giant leap I now see The end One small step One giant leap See our future so bleak Open your eyes And lose all your sight Open your eyes Then scream "The world is dead" "The world is dead" Our life force Is dead