Victory is near – we cannot win;
the final campaign will soon begin.
Losing is the reality of this war
for any who cares about the score.
A battle that’s worth the final cost
is the battle that can’t be won or lost.
A battle for hearts, a battle for minds,
the battle that glory just never finds.
And so it will end, though battles will rage;
the end of an era, the end of an Age.
Humanity dies and our parting shot
is to leave behind a planet burning hot.
We leave to our children slow painful dying;
to say anything else would just be lying.
We’ve lied enough; we told them we cared
Yet none of that wealth we really shared.
We plundered a planet – to the victor the spoils;
we’re burning our children in sweet Gaia’s oils.
‘Tis Gaia who is the mother of all that’s true,
and children we’ve used her to destroy you.