When the seas cry to the sky
To say they've been fouled by blood,
It has been said that the rain will reverse to take it away.

Where it rains,
I have been there.

I have seen the black's glare
I have learned not to care.

When the ice breaks
And the darkness falls in,
It has been said that the ice will seal it in the unholy depths.

Trapped under the ice,
I have been there.

I have seen the black's glare.
I have learned not to care.

But I brought a cover from the storm,
A pick for the ice.

Because I am not there.
But I have been there.
And the black calls me back,
It glares,
It's stare spites.

So I must find a flame.
To meet the black's sight.

I have been here,
There,
Then,
And now.
And I plan to leave.