Ruins among laughing dreams, so real Knowledge of a wind so old, whispers through the dark The taste of haunted words, comes forth And pleasures a night so violent, and pure insane Statues of stone wandering Wandering among the ruins among us A wind through a solitude so dark It sleeps in a path of anguish blood Thorns of steel cries in a fire of greed Of pain it leaves the day, and takes away Rivers of stone, deserts among me Statues of stone wandering Wandering among the ruins among me