Songtext von Sculpture Of Stone

Forlorn, inert being On a dessert, placed In the gloom of feelings Blown away by the searing wind Borne on the breath of hell A being that shows nothing anymore Desolate, empty as a sculpture of stone A sign of an end to all that's passing away Emptiness, from bareness into void All the thoughts and feelings Once enclosed within her Blown away by the searing wind Blustering with wrath Cadaver withered to ash Blown away into the history dust Her own, already forgotten Never written down, unknown Death is a faceless one No time nor space exist The forlorn, inert being Wanes as an illusion from a dream