[00:00.027]Barrens of nowhere land[00:03.007]The scars of a lone man[00:06.077]A once powerful ship crumbles from the rust[00:12.058]Skeletons that wilt to dust[00:17.006]Sands shift on the plain[00:19.099]As the wind stirs up the memories of mine[00:25.098]I hear whispers[01:01.461]Searching through decaying ruins[01:04.656]Digging for spiritual druids[01:07.912]Fragments of emotional atrocities[01:14.410]Concealing my hypocrisies[01:18.260]On the blazing desert sun[01:21.598]Glares down on the deeds[01:24.557]That I have done[01:28.188]As sweat drips from my face, feel my skin start to crawl[01:41.588]I catch a glimpse of the Ghost of fallen grace[02:00.327]Making my way across this wasteland of tombs[02:10.667]Right were the road to hell passes through[02:19.662]I'm coming home[02:24.451]And then I come to the place where God's Mercy is borrowed[02:35.583]Entranced by the billowing smoke from the burning bridge of sorrow[02:51.430]Oh~[03:08.753]Inscription on the Guardian's stone[03:12.743]This reads "Poet, you've come home" “[03:21.580]As tears trace lines on my face[03:25.890]Succumbing to the Ghost of fallen grace[03:39.235]Making my way across this wasteland of tombs[03:50.027]Right were the road to hell passes through[03:59.304]I'm coming home[04:20.206]Making my way across this wasteland of tombs[04:30.001]