Through scores of miles and defeats I had traveled
With weary heart and bones
Hoping mysteries would be unraveled
Discovering nothing but quandaries and unknowns
Finally at the limits of mettle
The cursed place I'd found
A preternatural silence left me unsettled
The denizens uttered no words and made no sound
This land of phantoms, this village of the damned
One thousand eyes upon me, a foreigner in this aberrant land
This land of phantoms, this village of the damned
On vindication's quest I'll persevere, so ancient enigmas man may understand
A sea of empty visages and eyes
Were to greet me at my ingress
My queries drew belligerent replies
This damnable rabble was seemingly possessed
The village called for my immediate departure
In a singular chorus
Acting as a hive minded creature
With the eyes of argos and cyclopean focus
I must unearth the secrets hidden in this land
Buried beneath eternal dreams and the sand
I'll continue my search under cover of the night
Bringing these nautical enigmas to the light
Those who thought me mad shall see me overcome
I would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms
By night I scoured the atlantic shore
With certainty of my cause
The villager's silence told a terrible story
But my quest nears completion, I will not withdraw
Written in these ancient sands
A thousand tales of old
Despite the villager's attempts to silence me
The stories will be told
