As I walk through the blackened forestThoughts of hate and
Go now, into the plainsSeek out, the answers you'll findVisions
The sympathy in my mind is growing coldLife is like
On the plains of the desert
A murmured cry was heard
From
Cannons pound into the nightAngels soar into the skyThe battle
Now I feel that I've reached the endAnd the end
As I travel through the astral plainsI see the break
During the last rays of the sacred moon
I walk the
Through the flames I watchAs you plead on your kneesThe