The windows stare at an empty world
Above the doors that lead to nowhere
Home for skulls and wind-kissed
All these roads lead into the mist

The edge beckons
The edge beckons

Steel wands have lost their power
As the rain rusts them away
That washed our world away

The edge beckons
The edge beckons

Church is empty, cross stand alone
Grave gardens, flowers of bone
Caves of teeth, hills of hair
Gifts from the past fill empty lairs