Canyon

No chance from A distant fire. Gray smoke on a barren field. Cold steel that I never wield. Old scars that the dark can’t heal. Only wounds that I keep concealed. Long nights in a hollow state. Dust falls through a broken gate. No sign if it’s love or hate. Just a road that was carved by fate. No chance from a distant fire. Lost souls in a ruined choir. No peace and no higher desire. Only ash from a burned empire. Black stars in a silent sky. Dead dreams that I left behind. If I stop, then the past aligns. So I drift where the shadows hide. Drought flames on a restless ground. Cold winds with a heavy sound. No kings when the dark comes down. Only ghosts when I look around. Long roads through a hollow plain. Bloodstorms in my tired veins. No way that I can explain. Why I walk through the endless pain. Low fire near shadowed ground. Lost thoughts when I’m all alone. No voice but a colder tone. Like the night has become my home. Farlights in a fading haze. Old scars from forgotten days. If I stop, then I feel the weight. So I move while the sky turns gray. Gray smoke On barren field. No chance from a distant fire. No chance From A distant fire. Gray smoke on a barren field. Cold steel that I never wield. Old scars that the dark can’t heal. Only wounds that I keep concealed. Long nights in a hollow state. Dust falls through a broken gate. No sign if it’s love or hate. Just a road that was carved by fate. No chance from a distant fire. Lost souls in a ruined choir. No peace and no higher desire. Only ash from a burned empire. Black stars in a silent sky. Dead dreams that I left behind. If I stop, then the past aligns. So I drift where the shadows hide. Drought flames on a restless ground. Cold winds with a heavy sound. No kings when the dark comes down. Only ghosts when I look around. Long roads through a hollow plain. Bloodstorms in my tired veins. No way that I can explain. Why walk through the endless pain. Low fire near shadowed ground. Lost thoughts when I’m all alone. No voice but a colder tone. Like the night has become my home. Farlights in a fading haze. Old scars from forgotten days. If I stop, then I feel the weight. So I move while the sky turns gray. Gray smoke on a Barren Field. No chance from a distant fire.