Barren Earth

As dry as they come
This desert beneath a hollow sun
with nothing ahead
but the raged shapes of the dead

A smile of the craze
comes, settles and stays
empty before me
empty behind
and the sun forever shines

Nothing is the fire inside
This be all end of life

Waiting for the flame
to tear through the game

Ashes
Night to revive

The merciless tide
that brings neither change nor life
carries a shapeless derelict
on spectral waves of static

There's a locker inside
where my heart forever lies

On burning fields of blackened grains
the flesh is a lie
I am but a sight
In a storm of soul debris

On burning fields of blackened grains
the flesh is a lie
I am but a sight
In a storm of soul debris

Wrecked is the ship that tore through the crust
for untold ages it strode with
with tattered bloody flag
but in the depths where black void erupt

A still force engulfed
the vessels might

Be all
End all
Be all
End all

Be all
End all
Be all
End all

Be all
End all

Sailing on
Towards the sun
the flame will tear through the game

Night is revived

Sailing on
Towards the sun
the flame will tear through the game

Sailing on
Towards the sun
tortured eyes repeat the lie
the flash Am I

Be all
End all
Be all
End all

Be all
End all
Be all
End all