To the Forgotten Tribes Lyrics

Come, gather my forgotten tribes
As we quietly sit, choking with dread
Mute and numb
while phantasmal visions of certain annihilation loom ahead
Which we through years of neglect brought upon ourselves -but firmly dismissed at first
Come and tell us tales of obliteration
Of pondering what could have been, but never was
Stories of incompleteness
Mysteries shrouded in the veil of time

And we will listen to your tales, and shake our heads
Holding back tears of regret
Wondering what we would have been
If the voices of the past could echo forever
In the valley of possibility
Let's pretend this well has never dried up
Let's pretend the end isn't nigh