Upon Pillars of Dust کے بول

Fragile, quiet and distant as flesh against another Heroism suppressed, leavin' hunger in its wake Tired even of sleep A fragment of life, no more pain! The nights they will drag on These hands will not abide A nightmare beckons leavin' death in its wake The sickness is a dream Imprisoned in the deep of the stone Reality restin' upon pillars of dust The infinite voracious arms of myth Trying to even out sleep With death in our way The sickness is a dream Imprisoned in the deep of the stone Reality restin' upon pillars of dust The infinite voracious arms of myth