ENDWORLDS

Lightly, words gliding over sandy times, scattered lies,

heavily rests the truth above the dying land,

empty horizons, empty promises and bleeding hope,

sold fate, sandy time slipping from my hand.

Mighty, the trumpet's echo. The world hungers for lifeblood.

Suns crying black light, black light, endworlds...

Singing, the columns of space burst, gods labors, but no one,

nobody breaks the arc of time.

Lost, deaf demons, fading pulse,

magical desert-templars pray their song after tomorrow.

Tomorrow, where it fades away the story of the

"nobodies from nowhere"...

by msw.