In shadows deep where, the wastelands grow
Lethargy’s grasp a hex around my chest
Through corridors of pain I go, I must depart
It's the last sign of hope

Stop listening
Echoes of the past
Whispers of your ghosts
The storm will not last

Defying the darkness, the fog blinds us all
Lethargy’s grasp my last trial it's now

Through corridors of pain I go, I must depart
It's the last sign of hope

Stop listening
Echoes of the past
Whispers of your ghosts
The storm will not last
Time machine