We’re at the shores of time, our wings fall to our sides

Will we find a home amidst this dark, ancient cold

Lesser lived fragments of the once shattered dream

Play as notes in the melody of the hope that I used to keep

Father told me to listen to the words of One

To repent my sins and give unto Him

Weep beside this oak, lend your tears to the bark

Cry a silent storm as draws near your doom

Keep your eyes trained closely

On these movements made in haste

Weaponizing thought into fire

Until all has been erased

This flame, a candle at the base of the bonfire

The caricatures of gods lit the dusk of man

A dirge shatters the morning, the pallor ivory white

Of your stone dead prophet, his wrists drained cold

Wounds as jagged as the mountains etched in holy skin

In the mire of tears descends

An overseer of torment

I saw the nightfall, a chalice of vapor

Poured into my soul, the onyx embrace

A phantasma’s mist graced my shoulder

Shone in rays on my face, the beauty of the burning sun

The crest breaks at the dawn

Seething in the wake of ebony tide

Drift away in the quiet waters

Lose your face and drown with the others

An oceanic grievance drew me to the sands below

Damn thyself not to the agony of ebony tides

I see your suffering, I see your regret

But it is my place to rest with the Drowned

'Tis a place of torment, a torture beyond eternity

Scars lain deep, join us not, the Drowned

I will leave you be, oh Drowned

To sink without my presence

The boughs of these hills sing their longing to me