From my deep silence, they feed the fire
Building a gift from this broken liar
Forsaking your face, my fingers blind
I touch the lonely face of your crime

The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the sea

You sleeping boat drifts away from me
A broken sister now out to sea
I have lived through the depths of time
I spilled the blood and she was the crime

The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the Sun and the sea
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the Sun and the sea

The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the Sun and the sea
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the Sun and the sea

Stolen from a dead man's heart
Remember me sad, I was your art
The voice of my blood orates
Touched by the sacred horrors of the hour

The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the Sun and the sea