As the bittern's howl forlorn did ring, so came the bitter times of spring Wherein my guilt, I cry and march of unforgiven scenes and dying dreams Still my tears are in the rising tides of salt meltwater streams To raise an end-time flood, a new deluge to wash this world away Yet how deep must my lake of tears be wept? A desolate sea to ease the ire of your depths I was an unintended curse, my love a pestilence far worse Now but an outworn sack of skin, full of emptiness within ♪ A desolate sea of rue is all I am without You With the loon's red-throated cry did run Mushroom clouds to wrong the summer sun Wherein my filth, I lie in hope to die, a dread July in necromance Still my piss is in the golden showers of cremating radiance To fuel an earthly Purgatory, to burn, to burn my sin away ♪ Embrace me, my desolate sea My dying bride of powder-blue My desolate sea is all I have Without you Every day is a nail through the soul Every night an ever-colder black hole Every morning is a mourning to dawn Every evening a grieving outdrawn Thus, if dawns your day of living agony Dive then into my desolate sea Drink deep the void of sweet release My deathly tears to bring you peace My desolate sea is all that lives in me Upon the cormorant's timeworn mourning call Towered tall forever autumn's fall Wherein I fall towards the upraised knife, the end of griefs Still my blood is in the eldritch red on queen September's fallen leaves To draw by witchcraft black the final storm to blow her pain away ♪ But an open wound is my desolate sea Yet how fierce must spring forth The blood of my broken body To ease the doom of your court ♪ The grail of father, death I am become Mother Tiamat's fallen son Like hers, my gift of sanctuary, a hidden sea lives on Though this broken shell shall soon be gone So take this tear, a dream writ in wounds of me undone All is yours, you were my sun ♪ And then the swansongs on death's scythe decree Everlasting winter's night set free Wherein I die to rise one final time As the eleventh Christ of January Sterile, my seed is in the pale-white ice That blights the wheel of pain's rebirth For you, for me, for all humanity, to heal, to heal Whatever that hurts Forgive fair nymph of Eden The winter I am become My light you were My love, my sun