Shadows Of Greed Lyrics

In the land where the ocean meets the sky,

There's a story of struggle, I can't deny.

The fishermen's tales, they echo and sigh,

As the Atlantic fish stocks slowly die.

From the harbors they sail at the break of dawn,

In search of the bounty that once had drawn.

But the waters grow empty, the catch grows thin,

As the shadows of greed darken and spin.

Oh, the cod and the haddock, once plentiful and grand,

Now scarce as a whisper in the shifting sand.

The nets come up empty, hearts heavy with loss,

In the decline of Atlantic fish stocks.

What tales will we tell to the ones yet to come?

Of the giants we've slain, of the deeds we've done?

Will we rue the day we let greed take its toll,

As the ocean's riches vanish, leaving an empty soul?

So listen, my friend, to the winds' mournful wail,

To the ghostly cries of the empty sea's tale.

For the song of the ocean is fading fast,

As we count the cost of our heedless past.

Oh, the cod and the haddock, once plentiful and grand,

Now scarce as a whisper in the shifting sand.

The nets come up empty, hearts heavy with loss,

In the decline of Atlantic fish stocks.

In the land where the ocean meets the sky,

We mourn for the fish that bid goodbye.

But let's heed the call, let's make amends,

Before the story of decline meets its bitter end.