Caravan of Broken Ghosts

So I basked in a convoy of stunning souls There is a bewitched mark on the ground Barren, as if life has shedded Satan’s hide is deep embedded Nomadic caravan of broken ghosts Enhancer of the void Now you long for a line of wisdom To tie you to the outposts Then there were whole lives to rent Hold them like glittering eons Painting your world with bloody scalps Elegance is what you’re made of Men made their mark on this world But surely not the size of lunar craters No, a largeness that you can’t conceive All for the better Nomadic caravan of broken ghosts Bones scare you blind Dusty rags beg to be removed But they tie you to the outposts