The shifting sands con -ceal the truth Re -vea -ling on -ly lies A cre -scent moon casts ghost -ly shapes As some -where some -thing flies We let our -selves be bled Se -crets of the dead De -ser -ted by the ghosts that knew Man's tri -umphs had no bounds Left star -ving by our own mis -takes The sands re -claimed their grounds We let our -selves be bled Se -crets of the dead Time takes us down so deep Is this the place we seek? Se -crets of the dead Se -crets of the dead We let our -selves be bled Se -crets of the dead We let our -selves be bled Se -crets of the dead