White Gleaming Desert

The sleeping lake of my spirit of oblivion

Is flooded with the cold silver gleam of the moon

The rivers of my painful dreams roar with thousands of hells

The sea of death storms upon the tired coast of life

The diamond lullaby showers the emerald bed with rubies

Where once the amber love lay

Now the stinking blasphemy of your bodies

Drunk with the embrance of diabolical revel fire

Sucks on your souls

The faces are falling off

Leaving the dead staring eyes

And the grim grimace of polished skulls

Where once the proud crowd treaded

Of your children, fathers and your mothers

On the carpet of broken bones

Now walks the gang of skeletons dressed in rags

In the end, the white gleaming desert is left

Where my demon will build his throne