Children of the Apocalypse

1

I will love you still on this burned-out land,
On a planet of ashes and flame.
Give me children whose hands in our hands will stand,
Let them grow though the world’s not the same.
Let them rise where the black dust covers the sky,
Where the wind carries sorrow and pain.
But how will they live where the gray shadows lie,
In the ash and the cold endless plain?

Chorus

Among lifeless stones we will plant seeds of life,
Yet my heart tightens thinking ahead.
We’ll forget all the wars, sing of homeland once bright,
Of the country we loved that is dead.
How much sorrow and fear we must walk through together,
How much darkness our road still may hide.

2

Who will they love in this empty world,
In a silence where no voices remain?
Let them play in the ash as the darkness unfurls,
Unaware of the night and the pain.
But what air will they breathe on this desolate shore,
In a world that is choking and dry?
Who will give them their love if we are no more,
If tomorrow it’s you and I who die?

Chorus

Among lifeless stones we will plant seeds of life,
Yet my heart tightens thinking ahead.
We’ll forget all the wars, sing of homeland once bright,
Of the country we loved that is dead.
How much sorrow and fear we must walk through together,
How much darkness our road still may hide.

3

We will teach them to hope and believe in the light,
Never knowing the weight of despair.
So the bright days of peace may return to their sight,
Like a dawn rising soft in the air.
So that someday the earth may awaken again,
And the shadows of war disappear.
So survivors of slaughter may find one another,
And rebuild what was shattered by fear.