The Book of Sand (the Abomination)

The despair eternal, deafening Watch it burn We run like rats, along the walls Rising higher, around solitary lives Deep in your dreams, the dead they sing Our name spells C.U.R.S.E. We run like rats, along the walls Rising higher, around solitary lives Infected forever, we hide inside the hive Grey and faded, hibernated lives A moment without presence, as we fall in line Lost in the maze, of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night The golden age, an inner wasteland The abomination, the book of sand We run like rats, along the walls Rising higher, around solitary lives Infected forever, we hide inside the hive Grey and faded, hibernated lives A moment without presence, as we fall in line Lost in the maze, of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night