[Verse 1]

Each night as I crawl along

Over the sands

I sift through the blood and the fog

Head in my hands

[Verse 2]

I make my way over the dunes

Desolate and dry

The remnants of empires past

Too stubborn to die

Morbid and familiar

Each hill like the last

The grifter's importunate hand

An insatiable grasp

[Verse 3]

Whispering in semaphore

Pious and vain

Surrounded by sycophants

Withered and gray

He promises deliverance

Day after day

Releasing only pestilence

And festering decay