Paving the way for souls that can't be saved
Hold your breath and don't look away, we're nearly there...we won't have to stay
The water speaks and I'll listen, to the tales it has to tell
And the souls that surface and glisten, whisper to me it's all a spell
Guide me through the middle lands...
Give to me your riddles and...
Take me away, to the other place
In your grotesque way, where it's never day
Keep me safe and with hope I pray that I will reach the land that I crave
Cross the Water
The shoreline we all seek
Cross the water
From the land of the weak
Cross the Water
The Boatsman wants more!
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