Ruins

Ruins among laughing dreams, so real
Knowledge of a wind so old, whispers through the dark
The taste of haunted words, comes forth
And pleasures a night so violent, and pure insane

Statues of stone wandering
Wandering among the ruins among us

A wind through a solitude so dark
It sleeps in a path of anguish blood
Thorns of steel cries in a fire of greed
Of pain it leaves the day, and takes away
Rivers of stone, deserts among me

Statues of stone wandering
Wandering among the ruins among me