Out in the dunes where I first felt this life
They sent him to die, the sun came to rise
Opulent fields meant for eternity
He hollowed his skull, a fortress for all
The connections that sear us within two
It all leaves us blind, for freedom inside
Emerald figures entwined in immortal love
It's all just a show, there's a place we could roam

Tide of corpses
Brazen and suffering (suffering)
Suffering
Dragged to mercy from a surge of humanity
Their kings all gone
Their crowns entombed

Their kings
Their kings
Their crowns
Their crowns
All gone

No malice divined within the mother's eye
Parasites thirst, for what's safe inside
Pallid torches shine in an endless void
All lights burn out, undeterred when their hope's all destroyed
Menial comforts, to mask approaching ends
Anchors they work for, for all to depend
Preaching anathema, for which the hopeless crave
We hope for them None will be saved

It's not a doctrine
They need a salve for
Their loyal dreams
It's beyond their means
How can exalted monoliths
Find their grave?
Pity the Meek
They reach for dust
Where will the haven be?
For all the wretched men
No gods left to send
Only we can fix
The broken clocks they hide
Idols infest
Redress the skies

Their kings, their kings
Their crowns, their crowns
Pity the meek
They reach for dust
For dust
For dust
Idols infest
Redress the skies
This tomb of stars
For us no more

It's not a doctrine
Chronos has felt their skin
Too hungry to live
Too anemic to sin
When the heavens fall
Who will mark their light?
This tomb of stars
For us no more

When the heavens fall
Who will mark their light?
This tomb of stars
For us no more

Where will the haven be
(It’s not a doctrine)
For all the wretched men?
(Chronos has felt their skin)
Where will the haven be
(Too hungry to live)
For all the wretched men?
(Too anemic to sin)
When the heavens fall
(When the heavens fall)
Who will mark their light?
(Their light)
This tomb of stars
(This tomb of stars)
For us no more

We'll be waiting for you, when you get back. A little older, a little wiser...but happy to see you. Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rage at the close of day. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

We'll be waiting for you, when you get back...