This World Is A Tomb

Slaving for my solace of mind, digging in the sand until there's blood on my hands, Careless to the state I'm in, i've so long been alone, i've so long been alone.
I can't go on.
Rain down, Rain down and cleanse my sould.
Flow like a river.
Forging insight by pagan torchlight, in cadence warlike, we draw tears from the sky, because the well's run dry.

Rain down, Rain down and cleanse my sould.
Flow like a river.

I've spread ou my seed, its gone in all directions. It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy and heaven has been swallowed by the desert.

In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky, This course keeps getting harder, the more I try. I dig up dry bones, ant the corpses cry, as they open their eyes to see the world's decay.
This world's a tomb.
There's a clamor in my heart and its over.
Where is my prize, and its over...
Where is my prize, my promised prize?

Forging insight by pagan torchlight, in cadence warlike, we draw tears from the sky.

Rain down, Rain down and cleanse my sould.
Flow like a river. [3x]