Miasmal Frozen In Time
Armies of grief
Marching over endless plains
Looking, hunting for something lost
Faces of stone
Their minds are petrified
Searching for something forever gone
The cause that was forgotten
They are frozen in time
Their bodies, weak and rotten
Black holes for hearts
Lost within the evr-changing landscapes
They will never find their way
With profound determination
Fighting a war in vain
Endless, shapeless, there is no turning back
Force-fed, misted, forever on a dead end track
Endless, shapeless, broken weapons in muddy fields
Force-fed, in shreds, nothing more left to feel
And they wander on
All directions are wrong
And there are no maps left
Dark armies of betrayal
Their legacy is nothing