Slaving for my solace of mind, digging in the sand until there's blood on my hands,
Careless to the state I'm in, I've so long been alone.
I can't go on.
Rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.
Forging insight by pagan torchlight, in cadence warlike,
We draw tears from the sky, because the [bad word] dry.
I've spread out my seed, its gone in all directions.
It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy
And heaven has been swallowed by the desert.
In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky,
This course keeps getting harder, the more I try.
I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry,
As they open their eyes to see the world's decay.
This world's a tomb.
There's a clamor in my heart and its over.
Where is my prize, my promised prize?