Pale pretender You're shaking while you go Soulless vendor You'll be reaping what you've sown You've shown us your might Now try to survive Willows weeping tunes of nearing flood Ancient winds won't carry them afar Hunters of deep are howling Fields are turning grey As we're watching the cancer spread over the land the night awaits Be aware of the infiltrators' conniving ways The beast will lie well restrained 'til ready to unwind and feast on its maker A fading choir lays its silhouette over the gasping land Our drying mouths are getting drier Come thirst overwhelming A fading choir lays its silhouette above the sleeping land Humming lost songs of the better days Can you still hear them?