In the desolate plains the dead walk barren
Forsaken by the world of men.
Forgotten and lost the wander still
Upon the dry caked earth.

In the desolate plains the dead walk barren
Haunting the dreams of men.
Banished forever, and never again
To walk among mortal men.

In the desolate plains the dead walk barren
Forgotten from the tales of old.
They wander there, never again
To remember from whence they came.

In the desolate plains where the dead walk barren
None know what they see.
They wander, blind, unhappy
And fight amongst their kind.

In the desolate plains the dead walk barren
Knowing not how to escape.
But if they knew, they would, no doubt,
Try to escape their dying hell.

In the desolate plains where the dead walk barren
You should be glad that your alive.
For if you die, you never know
Where you'll go until you're gone.