The fields, dead and silent
begin to rise up from the earth
With their twisted appendages, suffocating all but myself

A void of my own
floating in the clutches of my hand
where I may pull at the strings
Of time and torment those
who constantly dig and claw at the back my skull
Summoning Storms. Wishing these days will pass
Tearing the earth apart
Reweaving the threads of time
so that they can shelter these malformations of mine

Tear the fucking earth apart
Tormented and frail, I begin to destroy your dreams
one by one
I am the destroyer of dreams

Swallowing death, the sky cracks open
and begins to flood, washing away my fears
I plunge into an eternal darkness
In the pitch black depths, I drown
I wait for nothing and time is my witness
Time is my witness

A void of my own, floating in the clutches of my hand
where I may pull at the strings
Of time and torment those who constantly
dig and claw at the back my skull

Summoning Storms. Wishing these days will pass
Tearing the earth apart
Reweaving the threads of time
so that they can shelter these malformations of mine

I call forth the sleepless skies
Herding forth the endless nights
Summoning storms to shatter the absent minds
Show the world the pain and suffering
my eyes have seen