| Waywards the ravenpath do lead |
| Echolalia sounds through these empty halls |
| Left and forgotten by a time now gone |
| Nothing left but ashen memories |
| Creating ways to lead you astray |
| Breaking waves 'neath these sky so grey |
| I will bleed like the ones before me |
| So take heed and witness the end |
| We left our home |
| Not in fear but in stride |
| We won’t return |
| Until the last one is burnt |
| We sail away across all of the seven seas |
| Yet we drown before we take our leave |
| We take part of a journey that cannot be |
| Yet we are judged before we are set free |
| These pallid faces which I once knew |
| Have turned into a well of lost souls |
| The scars from the past have turned the nails of time |
| Never to return to brave gone by days |
| All we have are scattered recollections |
| Now stuck in an endless loop of despondency |
| Away from the oceans of woe we foregather |
| To rejoice in these final hours |
| We sail away across all of the seven seas |
| Yet we drown before we take our leave |
| We take part of a journey that cannot be |
| Yet we are judged before we are set free |
| We leave this world through our incomparable deeds |
| A nautical journey devoid of fear and greed |
| As a spectral concord thrashing like a crest |
| Just like the tides of life we’ll never get to rest |