"I walk in the sands of Eden

Where the blue pyramids sleep

I close the world behind me

For my future soul to keep



longer than I want to know them 

Spawning dirges fill my veins

A ritual reaction

I drop the face and play the game

I growl at familiar strangers

The sands are needles there

The dust will crawl in anguish

Like the bones inside my lair



[CHORUS]

Move You fall And we die



Move into the circle 

You fall on your knees

And we die here waiting

You fall on your knees



Won't somebody tell me why

Somebody please show me where

I lost that dream sensation

In this bitter midnight air

We melt inside of centuries

Awaiting new arrivals

Dressing in lost shadows

like costumes for the dying"



[This is the dark side of drugs and black magic, an appropriate addition to the Darkest Hour.-Lyle]