Heatstroke

I sank my head into the ground
To find the traces that you left behind
I've dug enough to fill my sorrow
To give bless of what you bestow

The drought inside your heart
Is built for an emperor of sand
In between and torn apart
Rotting through this old hand

Grains of sand shiver through my face
As I open the curtain of this place
The sun is falling down on my head
But I can't stop these steps falling to an end

The drought inside your heart
Is built for an emperor of sand
In between and torn apart
Rotting through this old hand

This heat
Is killing me
But your arms
Is cold as blizzard trail

This barren land
Has nothing for me
This barren land
Has nothing for me