The sky Seems low What's coming up to me? Impact in misery Decay Badlands When salt falls on the ground To dry what has been drowned Displeased, diseased A thorn drilled into me The taste Of bittersweet I sowed Demands Is what I gather from All the fields of crumb Incinerate my demons Purify me Set my soul free Set my soul free Here I fell Down to earth Down to the vermins I grave Digging me in All pain within I feel my demons are calling for my sins Lost all I had As I return to coal Lost all I had Joining the hells patrol