Ancient Rites

Here one can hear the call of the sea
While a deadwhite moonlight
Is creating the ultimate unlight
Or at night, or at night...
O sad and beautiful night
Full of melancholy
When the silent dark waters
Are inviting the lonely souls
Of mounting lost ones... like me
Of mounting lost ones... like me
Here once I could hear the bell toll
Here once I led a life
My home was build... before the cruel
Water came
May be the death fish washed on the shore
With their cold eyes have catched a