Lyrics Isle Of The Dead - CroworD

This is the last you will hear
As wooden oars stab the sea
And carter's bitter song
A symphony for this doubtful scene
For ages he has told
To bring solace to his passengers
But with a lump in his throat
Only for her he tuned this melody

There, born in deceptive tranquility
Where lithic giants loom
And only withered growths bloom
Within the darkness of cypress' shades
Where only winds dare to speak
And death finds what he seeks

Waves - to tear the soul apart from life
A single step the final cut
The isle of the dead

This is the last you will see
As carter works their way through each wave
And all his murmured words
Reminds her of her once beloved
A growing doubt
He once hand himself for just promises
Of eternal life
That she should never hear his symphony

There, born in deceptive tranquility
Where lithic giants loom
And only withered growths bloom
Within the darkness of cypress' shades
Where only winds dare to speak
And death finds what he seeks

Waves - to tear the soul apart from life
A single step the final cut
The isle of the dead
To bound the mortal in stone
A beating heart won't break the static
The isle of the dead

This is the moment of arrival
The moment he closed his eyes
For his Sisyphean task (his Sisyphean task)
This is the moment she bears witness
And static seizes her chest
The final secession
As she has run through the shore
And the statued guards
As his boundless quest was broken
By disobedience
This is the moment he takes her hand
Necessity betrayed
But it's just a moment
They won't make it through the

Waves - to tear the soul apart from life
A single step the final cut
The isle of the dead
To bound the mortal in stone
A beating heart won't break the static
The isle of the dead