there's drought on my throat
there's mist on my iris
even where life rises, there's only death


to the sky burning red
wind is peeling my skin

my body is starting to shed
as the snake creeping inside of me


and i can only watch myself
the sun is burning all the rest
and i can only drown myself


is there any trace of life?
as i watch skulls on my side

is there any chance for me?
or is my life moving aside...


i can only watch myself
(the sun is burning all the rest)
i can only rot myself...


the horizon doesn't reach an end
in this endless road with no helping hand

the horizon doesn't reach an end
in this hopeless road with no helping hand