Here I am blank and bare
Desolate as if land
Time, a trap set to snare
a steady flow now just sand
embers once burnt bright now fade away
as God brings fourth judgement day
Hear the bloody cries
baying thier songs of pain
to the cresent moon
I hear no demise
for I am not sane
and have no intention of dieing soon
Listen to fables of the white room
open the door and ecape the tomb
this is where you'll find me
Between time and eternity