When the tide has reached the lake of tears
and the mists apon the banks have ease,
Bloodless wolves will comforth and pray
for the dawning and fragility of the break o' the day.

"They call as in a dream to me..."

And I will follow
their padden footsteps
as if in a dream
as I am not in reality.
Stranded on the island of fear
I will wait.
Elveraid, my fair Raven maiden will be waiting
with her hair bound to her breasts.
And she will call.

An oceantide vessel once heald my heart,
like Madonna slipping on the rocks.
So damaged and broken
I open my lust
Pale moonlight escaped my clutches
as I fall....

"They call as in a dream to me..."

And I will follow
their padden footsteps
as if in a dream
as I am not in reality.
Stranded on the island of fear
I will wait.
Elveraid, my fair Raven maiden will be waiting
with her hair bound to her breasts.
And she will call.

Though bathed in twillight I must escape this hell
a cinderine princess bound to the ball.
We shall swine in the shaddows
underneath the sea
underneath these mountains of breasts
that tear my heart apart.

Beneath the stars I shall wiat
'till peace and war is one and all.
My flesh shall devour me,
my soul shall forget me,
Though I shall remember
my shear mortality.

"Let me call you back"
My cinderine calls.
Though I cannot return her slipper,
it has gripped my heart.

And It's too late...

"They call as in a dream to me..."

And I will follow
their padden footsteps
as if in a dream
as I am not in reality.
Stranded on the island of fear
I will wait.
Elveraid, my fair Raven maiden will be waiting
with her hair bound to her breasts.
And she will call.