Kingdoms in Exile

We've sped above the marshes grim,
And shadows deep, and waters dim.
But now the light of Evening Star
Has faded for the Nothern Kingdoms.

Sleepless
The tower awaits for the lord to arrive -
Silent.
Whispering sadly a final goodbye
To the Island...
To the Island.

To what has been and what will be,
To those who've gone beyond the Sea.
And back will sail the ships of Men
But for the ones that sail to Him...
(Whenever I look to the West,
My spirit is crying, bound in my breast)

Ocean takes them...
I see it again and again in my mind
Blindly rambling on over the shore.
Wake me and take me away
From this shaken world.
Oh, how I wish that it could be undone!
Fever whenever and never
Again... Never again, never... again.

Rocks in the roll,
But no sail and no soul...
Swans shall not fly -
Should I cry for a chance to go back? -
Shall not bend fair necks,
To lead me to City of Stone.

Heather and pines and the sand lies in lines
Over the shoulders of valiant hills.
Tower awaits, but the lord is asleep,
Dreaming of the Island,
Of the Island.

Of what has been and what will be,
Of those who've gone beyond the Sea.
And back will sail the ships of Men
But for the ones that sail to Him.
(Whenever I look to the West,
My spirit is crying, bound in my breast)

In my dreams
The ancient walls are falling
In my dreams
A great black bell is tolling.
In my dreams
The sun is rising in the West
And in these dreams my restless heart
Can find a long awaited rest.