King Of The Wasteland - Twilight Guardians

I`ve sat on the shore to set my lands in order

journeyed through the wild frontier

travelled on the wasteland with all these breathing stones

to hear my voice, to feel

I`ve loved the whore, cut the throat of my healing

with love without feeling

empty hands touch is cold, its freezing

alone without you

stand on the open land

my wasteland on your hand

stand on the wasted land

my quicksand on your hand

I`ve fared through the shore where all hearts are broken

sick to the core

buried in sand my weary soul still calling

for you not the whore

stand on the open land

my wasteland on your hand

stand on the wasted land

my quicksand on your hand

stand on the open land

my wasteland on your hand

stand on the wasted land

my quicksand on your hand