The Interloper

In a dying town
Across the endless sea of sand
Death awaits the followers too blind to see
The interloper. The chosen one
Crucify them in the dust
Their time has come

Relentless in the hunt
The deathless one will bury them all

Betrayer on cloven hoof
Like an iron fist
He will bring the hammer down
Their voices rise and fall
One above them all
Their eyes pierce through the shadows
Rank with hate and fear

The world is moving on
Back into the sea
Bound for the setting sun
None left to speak
There in the failing light
The bodies left behind
Set sail through tides of sand
If only in my mind