Magic of Sand

It is here where I walk in dismay.
It is here at the end of days.
It is here where I grow my love of hate.
It is here where salvation is too late.

It is here where I strike at the heavens.
It is here where I lie forsaken.
It is here that the world should end.
With my hands, all hearts I shall rend.

I shall feed the void with pain.
With agony, my life is sustained.
That my heart shall live on, and no other.
That this place I shall tear asunder.

It is here where I walk in solitude.
It is here where I bring exactitude.
It is here where I kill all of your mirth.
It is here where we die. In this cold cold desert.

This heart that I hold.