"I walk in the sands of Eden
Where the blue pyramids sleep
I close the world behind me
For my future soul to keep
longer than I want to know them
Spawning dirges fill my veins
A ritual reaction
I drop the face and play the game
I growl at familiar strangers
The sands are needles there
The dust will crawl in anguish
Like the bones inside my lair
[CHORUS]
Move You fall And we die
Move into the circle
You fall on your knees
And we die here waiting
You fall on your knees
Won`t somebody tell me why
Somebody please show me where
I lost that dream sensation
In this bitter midnight air
We melt inside of centuries
Awaiting new arrivals
Dressing in lost shadows
like costumes for the dying"
[This is the dark side of drugs and black magic, an appropriate addition to the Darkest Hour.-Lyle]