Mael Mórdha - Through The Lungs Of The Dead lyrics

s**ed down through the lungs of the dead am I The water, cold, dims my brain My mind it dies, nothing left but my trail of tears Which mingle with Manannán's Minions They drag me nearer... ...And nearer Down do I sink His Isle towers mighty I see no water My soul be free Gates all silver, slowly open I am greeted coldly still I stroll through the gra**y plain He beckons me through meadows warm And orchards with boughs of apples gold Horses, white, run rampant through the plains At last I see him clothes in red A golden torch around his neck On a throne of stone does sit Manannán Mac Lir Lord of the ocean, Lord of the Sea His pale green eyes they stare at me Suddenly I realize with dread I have succumbed, that I am dead My soul be all that's left of me My soul be all that's left of me My soul be all that's left of me Must I stay here for an eternity