Secrets of the Dead

The shifting sands conceal the truth

Revealing only lies

A crescent moon casts ghostly shapes

As somewhere some thing flies

We let ourselves be bled

Secrets of the dead

Deserted by the ghosts that knew

Man's triumphs had no bounds

Left starving by our own mistakes

The sands reclaimed their ground

We let ourselves be bled

Secrets of the dead

Times takes us down so deep

Is this the place we seek?

Secrets of the dead

Secrets of the dead

We never learn from our mistakes

Imperfect till the end

You can't pick up the pieces

And the hearts we break can't mend

As if they knew the gift they brought

Was wasted on this earth

They searched out for a better race

On whom to bring rebirth

We let ourselves be bled

Secrets of the dead

We let ourselves be bled

Secrets of the dead

Where angels fear to tread

The secrets of the dead