The ancient sea... awake before the land, It wears the stone... and swallows up the shore. A lonely kingdom... bound by shifting sand, It speaks in thunders... with a timeless roar. Oh, hear the deep... call to the dark, A rolling tide... without an end. Older than starlight's dying spark, Where broken empires bend. Before the stars... were named by mortal men, Before the mountains... rose to touch the sky, The gray abyss... was old and heavy then, To watch the ages... pass away and die. Oh, hear the deep... call to the dark, A rolling tide... without an end. Older than starlight's dying spark, Where broken empires bend. A silver beauty... shines upon the wave, Where starlight gleams... across a restless floor. A womb of life... a cold and silent grave, It holds the secrets... of the nevermore. No king can tame... the rolling of its tide, No hand can map... the shadows of its heart. In perfect majesty... it will abide, When all the works... of mortal men depart.
