Alba s touto skladbou:
This Present Wasteland,
A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead
Far into the psyche and far until the end
The mind it often wonders about the few and far between
But in these lines I think you'll find that you will believe
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul
Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night
Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight
The scars he's left are memorable, he waits until they heal
Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal
Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye
His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time
On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby
Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry
His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one
Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul
