1. SHIFTING SANDS

Countless specters are wantonly straying
Lost in the monstrous maze
Tattered shrouds devoid of color
Are swaying in the bleak wind
Under the leaden skies
There is no hope and no escape
Under the merciless skies
There is no hope and no escape

We are undividable with sepulchral cold
We are inseparable from the flame of life
From emptiness we came
And to nothingness we go

Emblazoned with festering wounds
Mutilated by endless births
Hosts of sightless shadows
Are waiting for the bliss of inexistence

We are going under
Into the ghoulish depths
We are silently drowning
Unable to reach the ground

Under the leaden skies
We are caught in the noose of time
Under the merciless skies
We are trapped in the shifting sands of time