Why talk when words mean nothing?
Why talk when everything has been said?
Why talk then?

Prisoner of these prophetic visions
Enslaved and forsaken in this earthly hell

Dead to the world, forsaken

You followed me seeking glory
And now you bury your face in the wet mud
Tasting your own insanity

I will find the redemption through vengeance

I guided you to the darkest corner of your soul

Take a piece of me if you can look beyond my scars

Land of the blind

Because life is the prize for the pure at soul
And the truth comes with dark clouds

Land of the blind

Now let me vanish into the fog