Fishers Fate

THE WINDS ARE STRIVING OVER ME
THE SHIPS ARE DUMPING IN THE SEA
THE SUN ESCAPES FAR ON THE BEACH
THE SEAGULLS FLYING OUT OF REACH

THE SHORE SHAPES DARK AND GREY
THE FISHERS GOT NO WORDS TO SAY
THE STARS INVADE THE SKY
THE MOON LOOKS LIKE AN EYE

NO MOTION ON THE WATER SHOWS
WHAT LIVES BELOW THERE DOWN THE ROWS
THERE DWELLS A POWER ON THE GROUND
JUST MAKES NO MOVE, JUST MAKES NO SOUND

HIS CAVERNS LIE THERE HIDDEN DEEP
JUST WAITING FOR A TIME OF SLEEP
TO COME OUT OF HIS MOISTY GRAVE
WHICH LIES SINCE YEARS BESIDE THIS WAVE

NO SOUL JUST KNOWS ABOUT HIS FATE
BUT WHEN HE COMES IT IS TO LATE
TO HIDE OR JUST TO RUN AWAY
IT WILL BE SOON, HIS PAY BACK DAY

THE BEAST IS COMING, CAN'T YOU HEAR
NO ONE KNOWS IT, I DO FEAR
THE WAVES ARE POUNDING ON THE STONES
A SOUND OF CLASHING BONES ON BONES

AND SO HE COMES WITH SILENT FEET
AND HE WILL FIND THERE WHAT HE NEED
THEY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT I NOW SEE
THE WINDS ARE STRIVING OVER ME