Ebony Lake

As you drown, I fought oceans in vain; its cold now under the moon.
Its hard to breathe... breathe.
Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano.
Amid the cold roof of the charnel house, arisen from the sweet sick burning scent; Im torn, lovelorn, lonely, dying.
Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano.
The quill it dances painting the paper, and I play not the music but a womans soft voice, a ghostly message from the girl Id die for.
Excuse me Mother, but I must join her now.
[ A Voice In The Piano Lyrics ]