Slaving for my solace of mind, digging in the sand until there's blood on my hands, nCareless to the state I'm in, I've so long been alone.nI can't go on. nRain down and cleanse my soul. nFlow like a river.nForging insight by pagan torchlight, in cadence warlike,nWe draw tears from the sky, because the well's run dry. nI've spread out my seed, its gone in all directions.nIt starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasynAnd heaven has been swallowed by the desert.nIn a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky,nThis course keeps getting harder, the more I try.nI dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry, nAs they open their eyes to see the world's decay. nThis world's a tomb. nThere's a clamor in my heart and its over.nWhere is my prize, my promised prize?