Barren Heads

Barren heads and cold Feet, advancing To the abyss With empty eyes and Hollow hearts, they march Into the mist A silent Crowd, a nameless throng Bound Bound by unseen (No light to guide No hand to hold) Their voices lost in echoes Faint, a whisper In the storm With every step The ground gives way Their path is worn And torn, yet still they move (With weary grace) (With weary grace) (Through haunted dreams) And as they near the edge of night A beacon starts to gleam A distant glow A promised land, where souls Are free to dream Barren heads and cold feet, no long No longer bound by fate No longer bound by fate No longer bound by fate