Lone Isle

Through the mists of the moors
 I can still see all those who were before me
 Silent and still, awaiting rebirth
 By sylvan passage
 A hidden trace of a well
 Deep beneath the vault: a living tomb
 Where waters stir and florets bloom
 Bury me beneath them
 To endure the years without sun
 Our vessels decay upon this landscape
 Eroding the centuries to come
 Ashes laid on nameless graves
 Come forth under my sign
 A lone isle stands
 In the glow of the boundless sea
 Where heavens expanse yields
 Effacing its memory
 The day that all of your streams turn red over
 carrion ground
 Will be the relics of springtide above burial
 shrouds
 Under the warmth of the sun
 Mounds of heather sway
 Where the martyred silently rest
 The scars of life remain