Pressure that builds within Longing for the touch Lust beneath my skin Burning overmuch My body becomes so bleak My mind begins to fade But my soul
In that second of dislocation The world will reach it's end People will thrive for explanation But won't be able to understand The place of no return
Howling of the wind Carried cry through the forest Banshee's warning sign For bloodshed was committed On the other side of the forest The child was
Burning axes growing out from their hands Modern warriors in the ancient mission Destroy the enemies' world In the name of the glorious undone Marching
The mist crawling through the clouds Paranoia breach in our minds Veiled sanity like a shroud And forced us to resign And they came from the skies Shape