Spore - Commit Suicide

The sky falls and burn red

Doom begets doom

The black blood of avidity

Flows like rivers upon the starving earth

No light shall pass the doom

No warmth to embrace the cold

Virtue dies with the creation

More suffering will come

A time to be forgotten

For the future is black

Farm, propagate the future

No time for the sun as humanity is dying

Reasons forgotten within temporal minds

Shallows graves of death and rot

Relive our past, they go on with our future

Walking upon the dead