Brood
An epiphany construed
Why I live a life of solitude
Nothing beckons
So
Set my sail to I don't know
Couldn't care to where my ship will go
Flow towards Heaven or Hell
As a crimson dawn awakes me
Subtle current overtakes me
Don't care
But it leads me to an island
Spewing ashes on the highland
Turn away
Welcome to Doria
Though I try to sail away
I return here every day
Help me
Someone is calling
Feels like I'm falling
Fine
Island you win
Invite me in
And I will come ashore
Bound
I touch the ground
Knowing I've found
My brand new grave