As the day begins to fade. Eventides, when I'm afraid. I'll never know if you'll appear. But my senses say you're near. . In the dark, when I write. Telling fortunes for my life.
The winds of change are everywhere. And all the world must be aware. There's nowhere left for man to go. The sands of time are running low. . These visions fall before my face.
I, want to steer for the sun. For the day has begun. It's saying, it's saying. . My, soul just wanted to freeze. To collapse and to seize. From the waiting.
Inner world trance of the lifeless souls. Search and destroy of the damned. Turning the grave of the bleached out bones. Rise of the ghosts of Bedlam.