The winds blew cold right through me As I headed through the wastes The venom coiled around my heart And tightened as I quickened pace Cold flames danced upon the sands I spied a herd of camels The muffled drones of Satan's choir Called from buried angels The stars in heaven marked me They know my name in hell I swear I killed a drifter then His body vanished where it fell The air was rank with copper Or blood from shuttered mines A moldy skull stared from a ditch Its fate fortelling mine I found an empty mining town Half swallowed by the earth Bleached faces stared from windows A sinkhole for a church It was like a staved in coffin So headed east to Page Spectral voices joined that din Of suffering and rage