The desert is dead Covered by frost Bound by dread The final step hurts the most.
Skies are made of rain The Sun is gone Shadows remain The final step is too long.
I’ve got no goal, no memory, no will. I don’t know how much more of this pain I can feel. Where is the threshold where I turn to stone? I walk through this desert of shadows alone.
My realm of cold Words are lost unsaid In my world The only color is red
Color of blood The brightest of all Deep as my cuts Dark as rust on my soul
I've got no nightmares, no wishes, no dreams. I’m blinded by tears. Deafened by screams. Where is the threshold where I turn to stone? I walk through this desert of shadows alone.
As Death draws near Out my time runs Bound by fear The final step of this dance