Accross the seas of nevermore
There lies the ancient bloody shore
Where living dead still walk the land
Demon warriors of the damned
The fires burn blood red
Upon the Isle of the Dead
The mariners still tell the tale
Of the island gate to Hell
Where sinners of the seven seas
Live out the curse of blasphemy
The fires burn blood red
Upon the Isle of the Dead
Black gate to Nifleheim
The Bells of Hell still chime
Judgement beyond the grave
Condemns their souls to burn in flames
The fires burn blood red
Upon the Isle of the Deadwe are spirits passing through the doors of time
with an invitation heard before we find
shadows on the mountainside
eagles find the souls they hide
and the outcast child enchanted by the sun
will he seek his shelter never knowing one
shadows on the mountainside
eagles find the souls they hide
shadows on the mountainside
cover me with sleep
because I need it now
and the red rivers flow to seas
and she will return to me
and then all that i am is in her hands
and i will return to her and then
I begin