Testo Traversing The Desolate Plains

What is beyond this endless desolation?
Walking for so long, will I reach my destination?
Red hot sand beneath my feet, blazing sun overhead
There is no end in sight, will this journey cost my life?

Obliteration of the self, as my skin begins to melt
I fall down
The sun spirals overhead, a day without end I fall again
My body weak and limp, crawling endlessly
I stand again and take a deep breath
My throat is parched and dry, I'm almost certain I will die
No end in sight, blinded by this abyssal light

My Journey's almost done
I see the golden city, blazing in the sun
Its towers touch the sky
A crystal prism way up high
Even though I'm almost there
Death surrounds me everywhere
I take this as a sign
I'm running out of time
Well beyond this desolation
The city lies in wait
A beam flies from the crystal
And hits me in the chest