By the ocean's sharpest cliff he stood, a mournful mind in pain The callous wind ravished his peer to drown in Stygian seas Once a traveler beyond misery, no longer could he flee He beheld the rage of Aquilo And witnessed his promising words to leave with the waves As he climbed the white stairs to the throne A bareness filled his sight Sharply rose the bird of prey to leave him to the night Words in armor weathered in the shade His grieving heart stood still He caressed the harp of sorrow And the woeful chord warbled a curse He was doomed to disgrace Will the scathing throes leave me be when in earth? But if I surrendered would the firmaments burst into dust? A withering hope in a spiral of anguish Towards the depths where madness thrives A sinking ship in the wake of Charon In this realm I won't survive Feel the breeze of Arawn Breathe the air of silence The merciless' own consciousness shall drown in great misfortune He was lost to the ocean In the realm of the demon He was lost to the ocean In the realm of the demon He was lost to the ocean In the realm of the demon He was lost to the ocean In the realm of the demon