While islands sink and mountains fade
The present world is slowly shaped
By laws of withering and change
The fittest one will rise and stay
Icy fields: an ermine in white
Will avoid the falcon's eye
While waiting hidden the clueless prey
Only the heirs of the ones
Holding the key to survival will grow
The deer and wolf, whales
Snakes slithering low
The feathered bird riding the wind
All found a place in the bounds of their world
Gone with the fall of just one
It all is so frail
And when the tables will turn
Will the white rose be saved or be killed by her thorns
The final page will never come
Endless chain of ephemeral ways of life
In lands of green or deserts dry
A different form shall win the fight
While islands sink and mountains fade
The fittest one will rise and stay
When lands of green turn bare and dry
The time has come to evolve or die
The world is set aflame
And now who's to survive
The new rules of the game
High trees leaving behind
To stand on plains so wide
A spear in the hand to hunt a prey
Only the heirs of the ones
Holding the key to survival will grow
Out in the grass fields, on wuthering shores
Beyond woods, high peaks and snow
All the while changing to fit in their world
Only one moment in time, a creature so frail
Sitting by flames in winter nights
Singing those tales of ages gone
How life began, how mankind will fall
In awe wondering what's beyond
While islands sink and mountains rise
The unfit form is left behind
By laws of withering and change
The present world is slowly shaped
I'm a winner in the fight
The fittest form in present times
Bound to wither and delay
The fall to come 'till I breathe