El Dorado

Ghost town. The dust is everywhere.
The doors are open - I don't care.
The sense is nowhere to be found,
And there is only static sound.

The gold is lost perhaps forever,
It might be last of my endeavours.
The dust is filling up my nerves,
The ancient and lethal curse.

I might believe in gods and demons,
But here prayers mean so little:
The only way to find your gold
Is to extract it from your soul.

Perhaps all people left the place
Because they were not afraid
To leave the earthly El Dorado
For heaven's promise of the shadow.

The air's hot, the sun is bright,
I'm skeleton on lost graveyard.
My life until this very day
Was brightness searching for the gray.

My mind decays as does my body,
With every step I'm getting lighter.
My destiny was always here -
And I have almost no fear.

At last the sun will talk to me:
It will pull over all the creed,
I will be cleansed of all my lust,
I will be naked, pure dust.

And then I'll be another ghost
Like all who came and got lost.
I will be sand, I will be sun,
It's El Dorado. You are done.