Faces of death the horizon And paling the walls of the end Jaded and into the garden Greeting the sky with our breath Falling and grim the facade The ego mystic and grey Charred are fabrics of nature And shades of our life Cracks appear on the inside Those emeralds back they stare A soul of harrow and sombre Screams of many are gone Gone! Lament for the silence And the dreams that do not fade Grave the black defiance Breathe and dreams do fade The envy lies in the shadow of our lust For we are the purveyance of death And the bleak falls short to the silent Furrowed only by the fallen These are but dreaming men Breathe and they fade