Far too long and far to reach
In the desert of disbelief
The sand of time still hurls bewildered restlessness
And curls fornicated parapets from where an army of spears will rise
Formation stand! Foot in sand to seize the contraband
Our spears are held up high we are willing to die
Come storm, reluctant I abide by
I bid you welcome, I’ll tame the tides and ride
I’ll tame the tides and ride
So came the storm now silent and calm
And what is left is nothing but death
Narrowing space of trapping walls
Underneath a welkin arc that slowly dissolves
For far too long and for far to reach
In the bleak desert of betrayal and disbelief
A hopeless fool built in the sand his tomb
Of nothing, but time – grew old and forgetful in his mind
So came the storm now silent and calm
And what is left is nothing but death
Narrowing space of trapping walls
Underneath a welkin arc that slowly dissolves
