Run from what's to come till you're gasping Don't think, go, just run You hear the sand rasping
Wakener Your eyes cannot see Massacre The foreseen will be
And you feel it approaching with haste So, face it, your dreams are a waste Sand is king and you are but dirt He will in although you avert
Desert land You'll run till you're dead Through the sand It sticks to your sweat
How you got here is suddenly a blur And you're trying to reason but the reasons they never work Oh the reasons, they never work
Certain doom speaks in evil tongues Driest tomb collapsing your lungs Flesh and skin Out here they are guests Panicking as the sand ingests
You came to suffer and you came to die You came to suffer and you came to die
Desecrate, what you wanted to Terminate what the sand will do Suffocate as you sink to your grave Recreate 'cause here you feel safe
You remain to stay sane Your only culprit Still you insist on it Sand is kingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
