Konvent — Sand is King

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(There will be no peace)

Run from what’s to come
‘Til you’re gasping
Don’t think! Go! Just run!
You hear the sand rasping

Wakener
Your eyes cannot see
Massacre
The foreseen will be

And you feel it approaching with haste
So, face it, your dreams are a waste
Sand is king and you are but the dirt
He will in although you avert

Desert land
You’ll run till you’re dead
Through the sand
It sticks to your sweat

How you got here is suddenly a blur
And you’re trying to reason
But the reasons they never work
Oh, the reasons, they never work

Certain doom speaks in evil tongues
Driest tomb collapsing your lungs
Flesh and skin
Out here they are guests
Panicking as the sand ingests

You came to suffer and you came to die
You came to suffer and you came to die

Desecrate what you wanted to
Terminate what the sand will do
Suffocate as you sink to your grave
Recreate cause here you feel safe

You remain to stay sane
Your only culprit
Still you insist on it
Sand is king