Born in the wake of a nation's demise Guided by uncertain sands What hope lies ahead for the valleys? Cratered by bombs, and the fields packed with salt What grim future awaits the young? The elders stand with mangled feet Hungry butchers looking to cut short the lives of a generation fathered by war Forests burnt black by a poisonous rain The soil left twisted and harsh Crippled bloodlines infected with cancer The scythe of the ranch hand now left his mark What grim future awaits the young? The elders stand with mangled feet Hungry butchers looking to cut short the lives of a generation fathered by war What grim future awaits the young? The elders stand with mangled feet Hungry butchers looking to cut short the lives of a generation fathered by war