Man risen from the ashes His face was so cold Wind was getting weaker World was growing old. He kept on going, never knowing What waits in the end The nature of his kind, leaves all fears behind Buried under shifting sand. He walks unarmed, no weapon would help Cause what weapon could save him from himself? Breathing in the agony He hushes up the sound Of voices inside his head And the footsteps on the ground. He tries to find some meaning In a world of decay But faces bleached by oblivion Slowly fade away Human lust turned virtue to dust Sin into an idol of gold Forsake me not, Im all that youve got To have and to hold.
weapon, unarmed, bleached, hush, weaker