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 renew.