Why talk when words mean nothing?
Why talk when everything has been said?
Why talk then?
Prisoner of these prophetic visions
Enslaved and forsaken in this earthly hell
Dead to the world, forsaken
You followed me seeking glory
And now you bury your face in the wet mud
Tasting your own insanity
I will find the redemption through vengeance
I guided you to the darkest corner of your soul
Take a piece of me if you can look beyond my scars
Land of the blind
Because life is the prize for the pure at soul
And the truth comes with dark clouds
Land of the blind
Now let me vanish into the fog
