Through vast valleys I wander
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'Til the lost forsaken endless...
This is where I choose to tread

Fall... So shall we fall into the nihil?
The nothingness that we feel
In the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the [bad word] who walks with us

Here is the landscape
(Where is the God?)
Here is the sun
(Has He fallen...)
Here in the balance of the earth
(...and abandoned us?)
And as I'm stalked
By the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart
Is forged across the land

Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God...
Then God is not dead

I walked down to a river and sat in reflection
Of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed
Into the water below
wound of spirit from which it floated
(And faded away...)
Like every hope I've ever had
Like every dream I've ever known
It washed away in a tide of longing
longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea...
(...Wash away...)
(...Fade away...)

Here is the landscape
(Where is the God?)
Here is the sun
(Has He fallen...)
Here at the edge of the earth [bad word] )
And as I'm stalked
By the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred
Is scarred across the land