Torches burning low, as the rain falls all around Shapes are shifting in the hollows of trees Ever riding on, lost for days and moribund Drifting further into delirium Where devils once danced Over and over Treading the flat circle of time Where devils once danced Again and again Through the pallid grove, echoes of another time Ringing loudly are the drums of beyond Shadows rise and fall, dance around the balefire The hourglass flows in reverse Stone to flesh, flesh to stone Writhe Where devils once danced Over and over Treading the flat circle of time Where devils once danced Again and again