Something’s about to happen

I hear the sound of its approach

Screams of children in the night

Blinded as they crawl

But I am not to blame

For this wandering disease

Footsteps on steel

Rocked by the wind

The outline of the mountains

The artists of decay

The legions of hell awakened

We’ve all been here before

In the heart of a dead city

At the foot of a strange hill

The distant cries of battle

Of a war that will not still

Everybody here will die before too long

The dark eyes of the killer

Dissolve into the night

Eternal dancers in the ruins

Under the heavy sea

There is no escape

The air is thick and calm

Animals with blood in their eyes

Scatter in the trees

Our blood is rich with wine

The innocence of the grave

Rising from the boredom

To burst the seeds of doom

Enclosed in this illusion

Erasing all my fears

I drink the fever of the night

Pretending not to die

I am witness to a murder