Endless road, lulling noise Forever changing Blurred scenes of blackened tar Brushstrokes on canvas Ink on charred vellum Tombs of sand and water Burial mounds passing by Caravans of essence and of death Our king rides a pale horse Batten down the hatches Bring me something new Eyes heavy and tired ♪ Emptied and passionless Ignite me I long to burn In fire born Wisdom and will Peace is a lie