Burial Ground

(Kaleidoscopic images come spiralling out of the past in bursting flashes that assault the senses and leave one bewildered and disoriented. Fragmented images…frozen in time…alternate with howling echoes of disjointed bedlam. By the time the Traveler adjusts, the tumultuous flow has ceased and settled into a stable scene. It portrays a meadow on a warm summer's day. A great old tree casts its imposing shadow amidst the meadow. Its knotted branches are gnarled and twisted, as to reveal age beyond imagining, and bears no distinguishing marks. As a matter of fact, aspects of most other tree forms can be seen marking its massive trunk and scarce foliage. Unlike most other trees, this tree is not a host of swarming life, an ecosystem teeming with various coexisting species. No sap runs through its veins and no parasites course through its bark. It seems as though the very soil the Tree stands on is dead itself. Even the air around the Tree seems colder and more acrid, rustling though its dry leaves and whispering immemorial secrets in long-forgotten tongues. The outer layers of its bark are rimmed with cracks and wrinkles that strangely remind of human faces. A monument of death itself, it does strangely disturb the wholesome harmony of the warm and sunny mid-afternoon.)In a world polluted by corpsesMemories entombed in sandFuneral garments in the closetsNitrous is the landSculls are grinning by the pyresBleached bones exposedNo phoenix will arise from these ashesGates to the crypt are closed[?][?][Chorus:]Burial groundSilence brought the endCellular decompositionTears the fabric of the mindApathetic predispositionSores are festering insideElectro-magnetic impulsesLeak into the soilPouring from a broken nerveSacrificial bleeding of the soulPresence lurking in old cellarsDead cold, hungry eyesJust beyond the visible spectrumShadows hide the lightRats are crawling in the sewersGrotesque imageryOf the collective subconsciousnessHidden behind lock and keyDry and barren is the surfaceOf this proto-world that we createPowered by the human essenceThe sanctuary of the damned[Solo: Dan]Dry winds are screaming in the nightAlongside empty streetsRattling broken window-panesAnd carrying tumbleweedsEmptiness devoid of lifeIs coiling on the groundNothing will disturb the silenceWhen funeral bell's the only soundFresh and raw is still the soilFrom the funerals to comeNothing will return to lifeFrom this burial groundCast away the putrid soulsIn this land of hidden sinsClose your eyes and pray for deathThe end is closing inTurn the key and lock the vaultPretend they don't existBut this place will haunt your dreamsLike a malignant cyst[Solo: Alex]Drink up from this cup of poisonForget your miserable lifeSurrounded by illusionsSedated by lies[?][?][Chorus]Ignore this prison of your makingUntil the day you dieAlthough you see the moldy gravesEach time you close your eyesBurial ground…