| A million miles from everything the emptiness is everywhere
|
| The lone and level sands stretch as far as I can see
|
| Nothing but the hollowed eyes of skulls and ancient bones despair
|
| Remains of those who wandered this wasteland vast before me
|
| Fatigue and famine render every step a tribulation
|
| Beneath the blistering sun sabulous winds just a mockery
|
| Lost within an infinity of dust and desolation
|
| The vultures circling overhead await my lonely expiry
|
| Maintaining this course to nowhere I have traveled so far
|
| Far beyond the valley’s carnage and death’s silent repose
|
| Compelled to journey onward by the calling of the morning star
|
| Haunted by visions and voices, memories or madness providence only knows
|
| I can’t remember when or how I’d first lost my way
|
| Thirsting even a tear of solace knowing naught will ever come
|
| Siren celestial have mercy on me allow my flesh into dust decay
|
| And carry my soul far beyond this damned and forsaken kingdom
|
| I fell to my knees as the last trace of strength slowly faded away
|
| With stone in throat I knew I’d never reach the hallowed and promised land
|
| I conceded my carcass a vulture’s feast, my soul eternal umbrae
|
| Once a king, now nameless, forgotten, swallowed by the seas of sand |