An antique land, a cursed land sinking
Away into the crushing depths
An antique land, a cursed land falling
Away soon to be lost to the living
Who will hear the words from my dying lips?
Who will heed my stories of this ancient place?
Glance with scorn on the folly
Breathe in dust and ash
Stories of this wretched grave
Wrought of ruin from the cradle of life
Stories of this ancient kingdom
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fled
The island sinks in the darkness
My cursed memory slips from
Sight, we try to find it
It’s what's left that keeps us alive
The air is sick with bloodlust
Whither
The two doors in the earth lie open for me
Trapped in days without sunlight
Lost in starless nights
I saw the pain in his eyes
He's never looked so sick of this world
The island sinks in the darkness
My cursed memory slips from
Sight, we try to find it
It’s what's left that keeps us alive
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