The old man wanders through the field
Draped in smoke and moss
He falls upon a bloodwood teak
Found what was once thought lost
The ultimate cost
Stones are levitating
He firmly grips the branch
This life is for the taking
We never stood a chance
The hour grows near
Beams cascade on high
Feeding off of the fear
He can taste their demise
With the bark in palm
Ground shaking, disturb the calm
Endbringer of worlds
Evil awaken, the blindfold unfurls
The hour grows near
Birds fall from the sky
End is seen so clear
There's no more time
The war wages on
Inside the fray
All hope is gone
Fading to grey
Eliminate all
Unblinking eye leads the way
Running through the next dimension
Find an answer to the question
Is this really all we're here for
Live and die and dig our own grave