I walk through the tall dead grass

With the wind now blowing against my back

The chill on my skin

My heart slowly beats

Feeling my being drift along the wind

My mind fleeing from me

Decaying into madness

All the memories that I have

Seem to be fading

Becoming lost within the wasteland

Becoming lost within the dead

My will to go on fading

Fading, fading into the decaying

I am slipping away into the silence that in this place it plagues