it comes from time dividing me
as justified fears told from years
from hours of seasons be told
death coming in the years of cold

one more hour, one more year
one more day, as it ticks away,,,
the voices heard, as the mocking,,
from it grows from the faceless,,
in the faceless minds, man unkind,

growing from the hours of dead,
miles of demise walking -- years of cold
in the sands of time dividing me,,
years of voices within the faceless crowds,

the voices heard -- growing still louder,,
as it comes in the years of forboding cold,,
that in even in death, time never ages,
in the years of death, we never grow old,,,

as it comes in the hours ticking -- fading
as it comes in the fields of blood -- wading,,,
drowning of tormented souls, among the sands
buried before they were known, one good reason

where they become as they once where
that when their life becomes out of season,,,
where it comes among seasons of death,
as it comes in the hours of fading suffucation

aphyxated dreams as they become molested
in the fields of time, molested in their mind,,,
comes to be -- as horrors of seen of me,,
knowing as it is before -- the hours of four,,

raped of minds until their hours become blind,,,
as dreams sufficated and die, in years of cold,,,
dies again, within of the seasons of the four,,,