Enslaved - The Dead Stare lyrics

The Juggler stares to quench the thirst
Upon the brow within the hand
It cracks and seeps the seer weeps

In flickering light the wounds are served
Screams from below a shadow in chains
Feverish images told in mirrors of old
The eyes they all share in this tragic court
An empty seat the river runs dry
Nothing said words in red

Behold the druid as the stones fall
Known aloud turned backwards around
Reverse the loss this never was