In Flames

Wipped in the eye by the sand

Malicious have light of day obscured

The sun has burned my skin

Open wounds are licked by sand

To be punished by this vortex of scorn

Wrists and ankles are chained upon this land

Drawn through the desert to be their sacrifice

So this is my golgatha, so this is my grave

The theives, the liars, the hypocrit scum

I'd slay them if I only could

The endless sand, the blackest land

A cyclone of spinecrushing anger

Meant for me

The overlords of the desert

Not one was meant to be

All human force now flee

Rules of anatomy lost

Rage into the extreme