The dead walk   In the silent world   Oh, how the dead talk   With empty words      Redemption   By thought injection   And the dead march   To the voice of deception      This is now a new beginning   There will be no creation from chaos   No light at the end   Just a faint glimpse of the forgotten      Screaming   Overcome by silence   Suffocated   By the unspoken      And the dead walk   With no fear   And the dead fall   With the horrors of living      Murky demented eyes   Stare at the empty skies   Desperately searching for something   Something that once was there      It's too late for salvation   While falling to oblivion   We are doomed to stagnation   To witness the inverse creation