You've purpose in this life, my friend
Although you fear to dream it
Ah, there you are drifter of sands
Letter of blood, remnants of a ruined past
You say you seek the Plains of Silence
But do you not wander them right now?
The remains of your life, a perpetual flight
An escape from all that is human
You've purpose in this life, my friend
Although you fear to dream it
Half-forgotten terrors, you flee them always, these past phantoms
And the madness that crawls inside
Deep inside, twisted around horrors from which you run, lies your strength
And lay bare your true promise
You've purpose in this life, my friend
Although you fear to dream it
But pain will come, much more pain
Before this purpose to you is made manifest