A/A Dream of Poe/Lighthouses for the Dead (The Isle of Cinder II)
I looked into the world An island of cinders, uncoiled O'er tender waters, unspoiled Below my feet, land so gray By my own hands I was its prey Hunted by a world tired of hope
An island snake Gave into despair Waters engulf her Mighty hands ready to take Temple down forsaken now
I taint its shores with blood A choir of lamentations misunderstood I murder what is left of you Burring bones o'er waters to renew
I prevail over the serpent Black and deep
Rock shatters as I sleep Under the ancient current
Alone and scattered in dread Sons and daughters of loss
Our hearts are lighthouses for the dead
Try and come across The vile tempests that entwine
All the words we have shared I look into the distance
She swallows me Dark waters engulf me Down by the tides of gravity
To bury at long last what I thought was given free
I taint its shores with blood A choir of lamentations misunderstood I murder what is left of you Burring bones o'er waters to renew
My temple is down forsaken now on an island of ghosts These macabre and unholy hosts Tear my Tower down As the fool wears his crown
I taint its shores with blood A choir of lamentations misunderstood I murder what is left of you Burring bones o'er waters to renewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
