The Wasteland

Trepidation treads, fate weaves its threads
As cautiously they stalk the sands
Men in line count grains of time
As wicked fevers callous minds

Now they forge the weapons
For the end they’re looking toward
But it’s buried in the barren fields of endless bloody war

If you can bear to look you’ll find the truth
Trapped in the wasteland
Branded sadly clear to view
We’re scarred in the wasteland

The world unwinds the black cloud blinds
As evil men plant their mines
Lie in fear, the end stands near
But all its meaning left behind

Now they forge the weapons
For the end they’re looking toward
But it’s buried in the barren fields of endless bloody war

If you can bear to look you’ll find the truth
Trapped in the wasteland
Branded sadly clear to view
We’re scarred in the wasteland

And cautiously the sink in the sands with ghosts that they’d allied
While home the black heart’s glowing…
Trapped amidst the tide
Of their wasteland…in their wasteland
If you can bear to look you’ll find the truth
Trapped in the wasteland
Branded sadly clear to view
We’re scarred in the wasteland