We were the rider and we were the hearse We were the salvation and we were the curse We were the shadows hidding from the breaking day And we were the flames that once burned entire worlds away Upon our broken dreams we lay our heads And fall into a slumber deep, with dreams as hard as lead Tired of the tyrants, drained of tears to weep We hope the Sun will never wake us As mankind slowly falls asleep We were the wind caressing the Towers of Silence And we were the storm that once raged upon the welkin We were the rain falling heavy upon the hearts of men And we were the clouds that usurped the warmth of the Sun, again and again Upon our broken dreams we lay our heads And fall into a slumber deep, we dream among the dead Tired of this broken soil, the dark beneath our feet We pray the Sun will never wake us As life itself falls asleep We Are The Sand in the hourglass rushing towards our destined end We Are The Sand of the evergrowing desert towards our world descends We are the sand We are the storm We are the wind of a world outworn We are the sand We are the storm We are the wind never to be reborn
sand, upon, storm, slumber, fall