Drowned in the wake of its splendour The narrow window opens to close The virtue of life, a reflection of naught Begotten in the harvest of emptiness Out in the fields of damnation Outside the borders of creation Vultures circle limbs abandoned to lay In winds of un-change claiming its prey As the sun goes up shimmering in deceit yet again Cold comes the night, without remorse, to kill the light Out in the fields of damnation Outside the borders of creation All of I gathered at the gates of twilight To release and obtain the sharpened steel Grinded to cut the unwanted grains of growth To awake and to sleep for eternities yoke Towering, walls rising high Closing in, a blink of an eye for a ruin Abandon all hope ye who enter The prison you built for yourself Out in the fields of damnation Outside the borders of creation Shadows call for transformation The echoes of liberation