Save me now from this plane
Liquefy my hatred
Give us shelter from the rain

Embrace your safety
Heading through the fog
Floating in a dream

Awaken from the torment
We are obscene


Floating now in a dream
Holding back the urge to scream


Winds befall endlessly
Beating at a figure
Shout into the heartless gray

"What's next to conquer?"
Heading through the fog
Floating in a dream

Awaken from the torment
We are obscene


Unconquerable now we're salting the earth

I foresee the end complete

Ritually engulfed in suffering
Walk with me through fields of greed
Perpetually enslaved to selfish need


Will we find solace when we know the truth?
Will it bring us peace, or piece of mind?

Now bringing out our weakness; devotion absolute
Staring blankly at an empty sky


Unconquerable now we're salting the earth
Habitual, lifeless and born without worth


I foresee the end complete
Ritually engulfed in suffering
Walk with me through fields of greed

Perpetually enslaved to selfish need
Born to suffering
Walk through fields of greed now