Cataclysm - The Wise Man's Fear

An antique land, a cursed land sinking

Away into the crushing depths

An antique land, a cursed land falling

Away soon to be lost to the living

Who will hear the words from my dying lips?

Who will heed my stories of this ancient place?

Glance with scorn on the folly

Breathe in dust and ash

Stories of this wretched grave

Wrought of ruin from the cradle of life

Stories of this ancient kingdom

«The hand that mocked them and the heart that fled»

The island sinks in the darkness

My cursed memory slips from

Sight, we try to find it

It’s what’s left that keeps us alive

The air is sick with bloodlust

Whither

The two doors in the earth lie open for me

Trapped in days without sunlight

Lost in starless nights

I saw the pain in his eyes

He’s never looked so sick of this world

The island sinks in the darkness

My cursed memory slips from

Sight, we try to find it

It’s what’s left that keeps us alive