Fable of a Failed Race

	作词 : Brock, Calvert
	Our legends tell we came from a seed
	That traveled at a whirlwind speed'
	Til it came to rest upon this land
	That once was green and is now all sand
	That buried us up to our eyes
	And made us watchers of the skies'
	Til the shadow wings came for our sight
	And left us to conspire with night

	zuò cí : Brock, Calvert
	Our legends tell we came from a seed
	That traveled at a whirlwind speed'
	Til it came to rest upon this land
	That once was green and is now all sand
	That buried us up to our eyes
	And made us watchers of the skies'
	Til the shadow wings came for our sight
	And left us to conspire with night