Turned to Dust

They have gold in their eyes they speak a language of lies but when the wheel has turned there mighty castles will burn a lesson to be learned that the Abernath never fades as we live out our days it shall grow on our graves when all of us turn to dust petals fall from a roof what she already knows with the passing of years there will be nothing to fear she will shed no tears because Abernath never fades as we live out our days it will grow on our graves when our bones have all turned to dust immortal Abernath never fades as we pass through this phase it shall grow on our graves when all of us turn to dust