Seas part too soon
Tides by the moon
Suffocate and sea
Or take the bait and flea
Either is a boon
A howling wind was wearing thin the treason by her guest
The death decreed will spur the sea to lay her man to rest
Don't count on Eve
She'll fall, you'll grieve
And the passing of the Saint requires
Scratching off the paint
Too good to believe
A howling wind was wearing thin the treason by her guest
The death decreed will spur the sea to lay her man to rest
Criss-cross beams and stubborn seams scream as they bend
Will crack in time, release the sign of mankind's ending
An echoed cry sings of a world anew