Save me now from this plane   Liquefy my hatred   Give us shelter from the rain   Embrace your safety   Heading through the fog   Floating in a dream   Awaken from the torment   We are obscene      Floating now in a dream   Holding back the urge to scream      Winds befall endlessly   Beating at a figure   Shout into the heartless gray    “What’s next to conquer?”   Heading through the fog   Floating in a dream   Awaken from the torment   We are obscene      Unconquerable now we’re salting the earth       I foresee the end complete   Ritually engulfed in suffering   Walk with me through fields of greed   Perpetually enslaved to selfish need      Will we find solace when we know the truth?   Will it bring us peace, or piece of mind?   Now, bringing out our weakness; devotion absolute   Starring blankly at an empty sky      Solo: Boulanger      Unconquerable now we’re salting the earth    Habitual, lifeless and born without worth      I foresee the end complete   Ritually engulfed in suffering   Walk with me through fields of greed   Perpetually enslaved to selfish need   Born to suffering   Walk through fields of greed now