The Watcher - Aviators

South winds fill the air tonight

A cold heart’s lullaby

An icy figure walking

Through the city I called mine

A stream of ghastly voices

Fill the children’s hearts with fear

But no one dares to harm them

For even evil left us here

Hollow paradise

A place of spirits, and of ice

The lights have long burned out

But still the echoes give us light

Trapped inside a hall

With my portraits on the wall

The faces stare right back

As I hear the watcher’s weary call

Still unsure what brought me here

I wander in the dust

A whisper in the wasteland

Carries through these fields of rust

He calls a boy to follow him

To a staircase up and down

He says they’re moving onward

For they’re sailing heaven bound

Hollow paradise

A place of spirits, and of ice

The lights have long burned out

But still the echoes give us light

Trapped inside a hall

With my portraits on the wall

The faces stare right back

As I hear the watcher’s weary call

I asked the watcher

Where I’m going from this place

His faceless smile expressed

It’s a journey to embrace

I’m not wicked man

But I fear the cells below

He showed me to a door

Where it leads I cannot know

Hollow paradise

A place of spirits, and of ice

The lights have long burned out

But still the echoes give us light

Trapped inside a hall

With my portraits on the wall

The faces stare right back

As I hear the watcher’s weary call

South winds fill the air tonight

A cold heart’s lullaby

An icy figure walking

Through the city I called mine