In the land where I awaken where sands are black as night and the sun droops down in silence, sowing beams of frosty light, when it sink in to the water it whispers to itself...
Standing by a shoreline which is staring back at me at the brim of here and there, a breath of what's to be and what never came to happen is carried out to sea...
There's a rift on the horizon where the haunted go to drown I can hear them faitly gasping I can see them going down I'm waiting for the moment when all is washed away...
Here it comes, with a roar it crashes a vision so broken and torn where the weve breaks all my thoughts learn to swim
Here it comes, with a roar it crashes a vision so broken and torn where the weve breaks all my thoughts learn to swim