Lyrics On The Shores - Ihsahn

On The Shores

Not like secrets, twisted alibis for empty graves
Unlike letters cut and burned a thousand times
Not like hours
Coiled in coffins
Weeping echoes
Weeping echoes
Not by statues, golden monuments for houses of worship
Unlike banners with great white sails torn to shreds, no!
Not like promises, hungry shadows in cold dark alleys
These rocky shores are crafted by the pulse of the sea
By the pulse of the sea
And here I go on