I was led
Through this path
Weary and long
Towards the abyss
In here
The air is thin
Nothing lives
No one was there

Breathe
Try to reach out
In this hour
Funeral ground

Breathe
Unseen now
Time of dying
Funeral ground

In time
Thoughts corrode
Turn into haze
Surrounded by dusk
I see
Foreboding walls
Four corners
All there is