The Empty Skies — Swallow The Sun

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