Your castles turn to rubble
Like the ruins of your mind
There's little bloody pieces
That wolves have left behind
The stones beneath your feet
Have grown diseased, and so have you
You're looking for salvation
But oblivion is due
The ugliness of man will be a twisted epitaph
The hells have been created with a sick and greedy laugh
There lies the dust of ages, mixed with human flesh
The dark remains are blown away by winds of nothingness
Just look six feet downward
And you'll find the final key
And the black winds of oblivion
Will return you to the sea
