Trepidation treads, fate weaves its threads nAs cautiously they stalk the sands nMen in line count grains of time nAs wicked fevers callous minds nnNow they forge the weapons nFor the end they're looking toward nBut it's buried in the barren fields of endless bloody war nnIf you can bear to look you'll find the truth nTrapped in the wasteland nBranded sadly clear to view nWe're scarred in the wasteland nnThe world unwinds the black cloud blinds nAs evil men plant their mines nLie in fear, the end stands near nBut all its meaning left behind nnNow they forge the weapons nFor the end they're looking toward nBut it's buried in the barren fields of endless bloody war nnIf you can bear to look you'll find the truth nTrapped in the wasteland nBranded sadly clear to view nWe're scarred in the wasteland nnAnd cautiously the sink in the sands with ghosts that they'd allied nWhile home the black heart's glowing... ntrapped amidst the tide nOf their wasteland...in their wasteland nIf you can bear to look you'll find the truth nTrapped in the wasteland nBranded sadly clear to view nWe're scarred in the wastelandn