The Southermost Voyage

A sharpened shaft shines through morning dew
Drawn out shadows walk on you
Alone I stand to face the day
Tortured by a deathly silent view

Take my hand, please follow me
I was your love and your destiny
Let us over mist-covered mountains go
To a place where our souls can be

Not destined to a heaven built of lies and fantasy
We will sail to the empire of ecstasy
Travel through the back of our minds
And soon to forever dwell in necromancy

The hall of Gods
Where you belong
If you have my blood
And faith that strong