Alas
It has begun
The tempest
It has begun
The hour of my great contempt is here
The day of my reckoning has come
I must leave the warmness of this womb
My spirit summons me on a journey
You must let me go alone
For my soul is now a barren desert
My spirit carries me over vast lands
I see nothing but sand and dust
Chasms in the scorched earth
Cracked open by a relentless sun
I smell the death of hope in the air
Heavy is the air
In my solitude and silence
I find my soul a lonely desert
Alas
It has begun
The tempest
Has finally begun
Engulfed in the bosom of the storm
A vortex of nothing but dust
In the eye of the storm
He sees
He is just one of us
In the eye of the storm
He knows
He is king of dirt and dust
King of nothing
King of dust
King of nothing
King of dust
King of nothing
King of dust
He is nothing
King of dust
If I don't return
Tell my story
If I don't return
You'll know I'm nothing but
For miles and miles
He searches the sky
With his eyes and with his heart
He toiled from rags to riches
To build a kingdom over sand and dust
His lands
Once a plenty
Now barren fields of dirt and dust
Gazing through his filth and despair
But alas
There is nothing but dust
Alas! It has begun
The tempest has finally begun
Engulfed in the bosom of the storm
A vortex of nothing but dust
In the eye of the storm
He sees
He is just one of us
In the eye of the storm
He knows
He is king of dirt and dust
King of nothing
King of dust
King of nothing
King of dust
King of nothing
King of dust
He is nothing
King of...