A dry wind whispers… a sermon of dust… The scriptures burn in a storm of sand… The prophets choke… on a barren land… All… returns… to dust. Dust and shadow bleed the altar dry A whispered psalm where the forsaken lie Wax runs black in the preacher’s light Each step I take bleeds into night Yeah… dust to dust… dust to dust… The dust crown laid upon my head tonight Thorn silence… death’s delight Colour drains as the heart collapses The ghost rider in the black… black… black… Rain weeps rust on these broken panes Red rivers map the window’s pain Stone cathedrals groan and fall Another dream turns… to dust… that’s all Yeah… all turns to dust… dust to dust… The dust crown laid upon my head tonight Thorn silence… death’s delight Colour drains as the heart collapses The ghost rider in the black… black… black… And when the sun-god dies… I rise To bloom and burn in deadened skies A requiem for the world’s last gasp These fallen wings unfold… in sacred ash Dust… dust… all returns to dust… dust… dust… This dust crown forever on my head A sacrament for the living dead A kingdom where the lost souls lapse Eternal riding through the black… black… black… All returns… to dust… All returns… to black… All returns… Dust… dust… dust…
