a face in stone decayed by age a man who has returned to tell of his damnation fears so deep the mouth open wide the dream died away before dawn of this time ancient times legends stories so dark blackened his sight now not even the memories are left back after such a long time the stone is cold as death but what formed its true fears only the wind is able to tell tell me what did you see there in the darkness of the past the eyes stares so empty the mouth screams so silent tell me what did you see there in the darkness of the past