Her eyes, a bit too cold to bare,
soon will see with life no more
where bones I've placed with utmost care
shine beside the barren shore.
Here she'll lay beneath the waves
and curse me with her frigid glare,
and there she'll lay forever more,
down beside the barren shore.
Hear her now? She speaks to me
of Styx and Lethe, now she sleeps
as Charon steers her toward his moor
to kneel upon some barren shore.
I'll send some more like her to rest
where Hade's ice has kissed and blessed
the hangman's noose and fisher's lure
that bob beside the barren shore.
And soon I too will sink beneath
the waters dark, my soul to reap
the wretched sand and ocean floor
spreading beside that barren shore.
