Rippling cold, watery grave.
Moonlight hits the musty fog.
I watch the ghostly boats,
I hear the painful whines.
Awaiting the morning storm.
To carry the boats to shore.
To release the emptiness.
To let them walk free.
Walk freely among us.
The jitters of the peasant men.
Haunted are the hills.
Petrify the people broad.
No harm wander, the shore lies untrodden.
The water kisses the sand, they become fulfilled.
Dark are the waters, beauty is the vision.
Sitting staring into the mist, of the black resplendent waters.
One becoming their minds, ghosts calmed at last.
Boats wretched rotting, black resplendent waters.
Black resplendent death, drown to join your fathers.
Drowning, begone my life till tomorrow.
Wander with them, wander with them.
Walk with them, walk with them.
