Wasted Lands Paroles

Surrounded by bleakness
Osseous trees seemen to
Seize the silence

A plain of ruins
winds of dust tried to enshroud
All Remembrance

A doleful figure cowered
At the heart of this wasted lands
his bowed head a mere skull
the yield of dust in his hands

" I dwell beyond all fear
and here in my liefeless claw
shall grow your given seed
the everlasting flaw "

On the ground of his eyes I
Woe betide him and his tainted eyes
Seeds of despair won`t grow with tears of dust
So I left this wilted man and his vale of woe
To Resume my own path of dole