Glory Gone

It seems so, it's so long ago now
Once there was a time, a day, I remember well
The olden, golden days of new life
It's something I must and I can and I'll never forget

The people were proud
The tribe was a mighty one
Though I was young, very young, I remember well
There was a truth, a one truth a mighty truth
And we were many, so many, so many I'll never forget

I'll never forget Bitter wind
Howling now over the desserted plains
The scorching fire
Burning out all of the starving eyes

Glory's gone and I know it will never return
Bitter wind killing fog