I have visions of your visage so clear
Never before have they felt so near
So I reach out to your open hand
Only to awake to an endless sea of sand
An illusion so cruel
Return of the Herald of Vindicta
I have visions of your visage so clear
Never before have they felt so near
So I reach out to your open hand
Only to awake to an endless sea of sand
An illusion so cruel