To Be Or Not To Be

The sands of time will cover all, Of mankinds birth in natures womb. From chaos to our final fall. As ancient lifeforms we did crawl, From primeval swamp, to volcanic gloom. The sands of time will cover all. This age of man now standing tall, Will rule the earth, then meet his doom. From chaos to our final fall. With mans idea of peace so small, Our warlike race we must assume, The sands of time will cover all. Unless somehow we do recall, Peace keeps us safe, war will consume. From chaos to our final fall. So let us stop, and heed the call. For soon this earth shall be a tomb. The sands of time will cover all, From chaos to our final fall.