How the West Was Lost - Tephra

It’s me over hills I’m doomed to roam, in woven woods on flesh and bone

Crawling, seeking, reaching home I look back I’m not alone

How the west was lost

With the desert in my soul and the Wasteland in my heart

I ramble around black as coal

I’m strange and lost my nature, filled with concern and disgust

No room in here, cast of the spell and disappear

No room here, heaven and hell, virtues and vices, life and death, good and evil,

I disappear