And so began the march of the lost and unknown...

Over the bridge and
Under the snow
Marching through earth
the dry leaves go
crackling under their feet
Hear them crying
The winds and the woods
are dying, dying.

Eyes wide open
but distant, forlorn.
Their fears had come true
the Curse had been born
It marked the beginning of
endless struggles with fate
Man ceased to live.
And the lands ceased to breathe.

Nowhere to go,
just marching through air
The plains before them lay
Barren.
Bare.