Wasted Lands 歌词

Tireless I faced my way The flames still burned To see the stars and dales My heart still yearned for Surrounded by bleakness Osseous trees seemen to Seize the silence A plain of ruins winds of dust tried to enshroud All Remembrance A doleful figure cowered At the heart of this wasted lands his bowed head a mere skull the yield of dust in his hands " I dwell beyond all fear and here in my liefeless claw shall grow your given seed the everlasting flaw " On the ground of his eyes I saw a child drowned in fear In the deep he beheld the airy play Of those who can fly while fear turned into hate Woe betide him and his tainted eyes Seeds of despair won`t grow with tears of dust So I left this wilted man and his vale of woe To Resume my own path of dole