Dreams of the promised land fade, leaving
Only pain, the memory grinds at his conscious
He's bounded in paralysis, surrounded by blackened forms
Of the dead, from down below he stares at the sky
Beneath the mist the night overtakes
Washing away, leaving only pain
The memory grinds at his conscious
He's bounded in paralysis, surrounded by blackened forms
Of the dead, from down below he stares at the sky
Beneath the mist the night overtakes
Washing away the essence of light

Light piercing through the shadow becomes dim
The dream fades as his eyes open

Harrowing winds graze across his face
His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist
Of a far away land
His body blackened and burned
Erupted from volcanic fire and thrown into the sea
A stellar light through the veil
His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist

Bleeding as he draws near, an assemblage of ancient priests
Surmonizing, they utter in tongues, staring back at him

Gouging veins, they feast upon the blood spilling from their wrists
Crimson blooming, they paint the ground in demonic emblems
His mind trapped inside the vortex of blood

Crawling forth from a burning nest
The dark lord emerges to the surface

Slithering upon his abdomen, he is
Bounded in paralysis, in front of the darkened king
Of the dead, from down below he stares at the sky
Beneath the mist the night overtakes
Washing away, leaving only pain
Beneath the mist the night overtakes
Washing away the essence of light

Light piercing through the shadow becomes dim
The dream fades as his eyes open

Harrowing winds graze across his face
His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist
Of a far away land
His body blackened and burned
Erupted from volcanic fire and thrown into the sea
A stellar light through the veil
His eyes are open, awakening beneath the mist