Dark Shores - Strand of Oaks

Minerals formed by the rain

Whispers echo deep inside the cave

On an ice moon where all our fathers' live

We’ll go there to find some rest

I spent most of my life

Wandering in the wasted hours

I spent most of my life

Wandering in the wasted hours

Storm clouds gather around our heads

Black birds circle waiting to be fed

I’ll build a house on these dark shores

Past lives won’t bother anymore

They won’t find me here

(I spent most of my life, wandering in the wasted hours)