Crusades - 1828 (Father of Waves) lyrics

Gravely profound Her woe is foreign Marrow corrupt Poisoned by mourning His gestures cold Eyes stone and stoic His glower parched Feigning heroic ‘A memory in motion Only pa**ing through All you'll ever know All you'll ever do' Horizons bleak A lightless vision Detach, defeat A clash collision Her comforts gone She risks exposure He ambles on Callous composure ‘The voice that spoke of other days Is hushed within his breast But mine its lonely music haunts And will not let me rest It sings a low and mournful song Of gladness that is gone I cannot live without that light Father of waves roll on'