I was standing at the shore
I held my wrath and washed ashore
I was dancing all alone
A real life that turned to stone
And into the reel unfolds
The great foe behind the door
And in the morning sun I feel
My blight fed with cry ordeal
And I thrived eternal fears
Dust and years cannot held near
And I flew into the mist
With pale molten shady wings
I was standing at the shore
I held my wrath and washed ashore
I was dancing all alone
A real life that turned to stone
And into the reel unfolds
The great foe behind the door
And in the morning sun i feel
My blight fed with cry ordeal
