1. STRUCTURE

A structure in the atmosphere,
Shattered by thoughts,
A conspiracy of will,
Watching you from behind.

What is this, where am I?
How did I come here, is this my mind?
The grass too green, the sky too blue.
The beauty of this place, mesmerizes my eye.

An intricate pattern, suddenly forms.
The skies draw a symbol.
A face of horror
Imprints itself, in my mind.

A hand grasps out of the earth,
Beckoning me nearer,
The earth starts to tremble,
And my mind goes blank.

Did I walk from one dream to another?
Or was I admitted entry,
What caused this?
Who decided this?


2. A STATE OF DECAY

Together we dance at the carnival,
Howling to the rhythm of the wreck,
Soaking with tears and sinister fright,
The storm is at hand,
The storm is at hand

Waves of sickness in a state of decay,
A crowd without thoughts follows the tide,
Hordes heave the pillars onwards forth,
Bearing the structure bound to collapse.

In a state of decay tyrants abide,
We crawl into the pit again,
Swarming back and forth, and ravage all,
This is the storm,
This is the storm


3. ENTER (INSTRUMENTAL)

(Instrumental)


4. THE PASSING

Dragging my bones through sand
Blinding searing light
When we collect
Our final memories

Empty eye sockets
Teeth rotten and lost
Even skin turns leathery
And falls apart

Decomposing every part
Initiated one by one
With the small exception
Hair, nails and mind

Does my memory
Fall out in nothingness?
Is someone gathering
My lost strands of life?