messages which are told from within,,,
locked away with blood upon my hands,,
walking alone within the strange lands,,
locked down and tormented inside,,
where I am losing it all, losing my mind,,,
until hours told again of sunless days,,,
locked away in death within our sins,,,,
where I have to see it all this way,,,
no more -- where I want to know,,,,,,,,
as it comes in the seasons of death,,,,
walking within the sum of our dark fears,,,
where in the eyes where it is seen,
in the depth of the shadows in hiding,,,
where we see our souls sink in eastern sands,,,
within our demise and blood on our hands,,,
unknown fields we are buried, yet still alive,,,
no more souls of the essence of surival,,,
where in the eastern dust they are sinking,,,
in our hell as we are becoming engulfed,,
burning alive in flames beyond hell,,
only as time will tell, blood on my hands,,,
among our eyes we watch the coming war,,,
nothing as death rising as they see before,,,,
unknown fields -- becoming our realms for killing,,,,
pawned our souls to live -- yet alive buried,,,,
watching our soul devoured in the eastern sands,,,
our mind in the unbirth of the western lands,,,,
survival -- leading slowly into our exiction,,,
leading away slowly into the countdown of ruin,,,
blood trails among the killing fields unknown,,,,
blood trails leading into the paths of unfinished wars,,,
where so many had bled and died before, no Gods,,,
unknown fields, death among the sands -- blood on hands,,,
fires from the land -- death falling from the skies,,
falling in the seasons as their death may die, alive in burial,,,
eastern sands where the dying souls -- fucked away,,,,
crawl and desecrate, killing free will, playing god,,,,,,,,
playing god at the orders of another, killing at command,,,,
sinking alive in eastern sands -- smelling the stink of decay,,,
unknown fields filled with blood of extiction,,,
watch the hours tick away, solder man, die at command,,
souls sink into the sands, now just their empty shells,,,
swallowed in the seas of waterless lands, dying at command,,
where they hear the messages from within,,,,,
opiate in the eyes of war -- decaying to their souls of shit,,,
pennies on their eyes in collection of the reaper,,,,
unknown fields becoming the shallow graves of war,,,,,,