ruins among laughing dreams ... so real
knowledge of a wind so old ... whispers through the dark
the taste of haunted words ... comes forth
and pleasures a night so violent ... and pure insane

statues of stone wandering
wandering among the ruins .... among us

a wind through a solitude so dark
it sleeps in a path of anguish blood
thorns of steel cries in a fire of greed
of pain it leaves the day, and takes away
rivers of stone, deserts among ... me

statues of of stone wandering