Words through waves, hiding a thousand graves

Paving the way for souls that can't be saved

Hold your breath and don't look away, we're nearly there

We won't have to stay

The water speaks and I'll listen

To the tales it has to tell

And the souls that surface and glisten

Whisper to me it's all a spell

Guide me through the middle lands

Give to me your riddles and

Take me away, to the other place

In your grotesque sway, where it's never day

Keep me safe and with hope I pray

That I will reach the land that I crave

Cross the water

The shoreline we all seek

Cross the water

From the land of the weak

Cross the water

The shoreline we all seek

Cross the water

From the land of the weak

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

From the land of the weak

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water

The Boatsman wants more

Cross the water