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 to itself
to itself to itself
to itself 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 the sea to the sea
to the sea to the sea
to the sea to the sea
to the sea to the...

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 washed away
washed away washed away
washed away washed away
washed away washed...

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Here it comes...