Eternal Isolation Lyrics

A history of progress
Is brought to naught
All philosophical wisdom
Is shattered and scattered
All hopes are dashed
All profits lost
The towers built high
Are razed to the ground
Woes sent to the sky
Are dead beneath the sound
Of the calamity of Armageddon
Till the last cry for relief
Is strangled by these Spirits
From the outer reaches of existence
Could I remain in that desert
With an alien sun as my sackcloth
And the sand as my ashes
Trapped in infinite regret
Or was that morbid wasteland
Just the landscape of my own creation?
The manifestation
Of my just rewards
In my eternal isolation
Now that I've been transformed
And cannot return
I must live out my days
In this god-forsaken realm
Grasping sand in both hands
Each grain adding to a tipping scale
I contemplate each evil deed
And its portion in this hell