The Immortal Race

The remaining creatures of A race of perfect beings Was torn away from Earth For a leader so misleading Their master was not of their race He was just like you and I He envied the immortal race And wanted them to die. He knew they could not live In the thin cold mountain air So he led them up and up Until he stranded them there These people did not deserve For their leader to stab their backs They resorted to killing friends To burn them, for warmth, in stacks The bodies no longer burn To warm the mountain frost And so the innocence Of yesterday is lost