Shrieking darkness stands before me
Torment of light from behind
Darkness is all around us, let it be
In the chains of hell we bind

Fear is turned to apathy
Misery into indifference
Again we only find agony
It all makes no sense

A nomad on his endless journey
A settler in a slow painful death
How long must I carry this Burdon
Reaching out the Grim reaper's long Scythe

Happy times no more
Joy of life diminished to air
With all the hate he bore
On a lost trip to venture, will he dare