Within the depths of your subconscious

You hear the sounds of the dead calling

from a different time and place

They are the cold voices of doom



The images they present fill you with terror

The firestorms of extinction will turn the skies gray

with the ashes of burnt bodies

And the only thing left for you

to know is your last escape

where time and space has become nonexistent



You return to the world in which you thought you knew

where life that previously existed has been erased

The cold breath of deadwinds

howl through the abandoned streets



As you walk through the charred wasteland

and see the desolation

you realize you are alone in this decayed world



The remnants of weak human existence

are reflections of the past

which is now a fading memory

and all signs of previous life have become

piles of crimson ash