See You In The Hot Country

Field of plague
Extends
Blackness has fallen
To cover all...
We lost sight of...
Pillars will crumble
Fear has seized
The heart of man
Weakened by religion
And open to control
From the hand
Of the desolate heart
Smoke rose
From fields
Burnt by their thoughts
Carried on the wind
Storm grows
Winter
As the dream
Stand
Long fields
Burning in the breeze
Frozen sky
Cold as the ice within
There were those
Who walked the line
Into this way
From time
See you
In the hot country