within this krypt i make my rest
with vial of magyk clutched to breast
blade consecrated by my side
i wait and listen to the tide

the wynd has missed my presence now
its wailing pierces stone
how can i tell my only friend —
i must do this alone

there was a time when i walked tall
no matter what they said
but i was young and still believed
their hate was in my head

the taunts the lies and all the rest
soon took their toll and then
that day i reached out for myself
i found i'd gone again

far back and farther in that dark
i keep a room for me
and that is where i wait this night
and listen to the sea