Faces of death the horizon
And paling the walls of the end
Jaded and into the garden
Greeting the sky with our breath
Falling and grim the facade
The ego mystic and grey
Charred are fabrics of nature
And shades of our life
Cracks appear on the inside
Those emeralds back they stare
A soul of harrow and sombre
Screams of many are gone
Gone!
Lament for the silence
And the dreams that do not fade
Grave the black defiance
Breathe and dreams do fade
The envy lies in the shadow of our lust
For we are the purveyance of death
And the bleak falls short to the silent
Furrowed only by the fallen
These are but dreaming men
Breathe and they fade