The Sleeper

White ships of light

Across the cold bay

Wraith upon the throne

In the state of sleepBut you hear it in the trees

And the birds scream

The land is old

Some say scarredLet the souls awaken

Let them raise up like mountains

Let them become like rocks

Falling over the cliff

But you hear it in the trees

And the birds screamingLet them become like mountains

Let the rocks fall the earth

To awaken the sea

To call the land

Let the soul awaken

Let them raise the mountains

Let the rock call you

Awake from your nightmareOh, the children scream

Oh, the land is old

Scarred

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