engulfed by the darkness creeping beneath the sun

all the pastures grand

became nothing but tombstones

I rest my head ‘neath the scorching land

of far, far away

 

beyond the yellow stepping-stones

the color of the pale moon shines

it lights the path of the broken street

I walk without noise under the sky

of far, far away

 

the snowy ice melts through my skin

cutting deep the veins of old

no warmth or fire in this forsaken place

I shiver through the night

of far, far away

 

the river of mud does not help at all

strangers beware for the siren calls its water home

many souls lost in time with the tide

as I make my way out

of far, far away