On the sloping banks
Of Sinmar-Lein
The sun sinks low
And the moon does beam
Down to still waters
Clouded and deep
Hiding strange things
Their secrets to keep
Until time is 'ore
The world passed away
When the skies have gone dark
And the oceans turned grey
When all have forgotten
What lies there below
From legend to myth
And from myth to unknown
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
On the sloping banks
Of Sinmar-Lein
The sun sinks low
And the moon does beam
Down to still waters
Clouded and deep
Hiding strange things
Their secrets to keep
Until time is 'ore
The world passed away
When the skies have gone dark
And the oceans turned grey
When all have forgotten
What lies there below
From legend to myth
And from myth to unknown
