You're nothing but an empty shell
Once you've heard more than singing
For soon will sound a drunken knell
A sunken bell is ringing
There is a fatal lullaby
Drifts by as lungs are filling
Leave off your thrashing for the light
It's better to come willing
From sea cathedrals made of sand
Homecoming bells are tolling
How you were freed from captive land
Full circle you've come rolling
But if you're bound in downing nets
Then perhaps she'll spare you
In caves of coral lit with gold
Mead rivers will ensnare you
You shall remember nothing of
Your distant sky-bound brothers
For an empty shell knows not of love
But is a house for lovers
Come lift you up your empty cup
Toward Morveren's treasure
She'll wash you clean and fill you up
With visions of forever
