Torches burning low, as the rain falls all around
Shapes are shifting in the hollows of trees
Ever riding on, lost for days and moribund
Drifting further into delirium
Where devils once danced
Over and over
Treading the flat circle of time
Where devils once danced
Again and again
Through the pallid grove, echoes of another time
Ringing loudly are the drums of beyond
Shadows rise and fall, dance around the balefire
The hourglass flows in reverse
Stone to flesh, flesh to stone
Writhe
Where devils once danced
Over and over
Treading the flat circle of time
Where devils once danced
Again and again