Fall of the Idols - Cold Air

After the nightfall to the shore my trail goes
Through the adorned fields where crosses grow
When night terrors reside the waking world
Feasting on screams which no one heard
A sea of pending questions drown my heart
No answers given for in morning tide we must part
Cold air creeping through skin
Woes born out of worlds apart

Tonight only the sweet flags rustle in the wind
I think of those against whom I have sinned
Once again I stand here alone, sand on my feet
Like I couldn't resist the ageless whispering sea
Murk's of mist glide in pale light of the moon
And I fear that morning will come way too soon

Reaching for something, no longer there
Just empty faces in still cold air

Rolling tides so indifferent toward us
All hopes and dreams meaningful as dust
An image disappears into veil of the night
A lingering ghost which shuns all of the light
Just memories remain it's all said and done
Dying slowly in the light of a hallowed sun
Cold air creeping through skin
Waiting for the end to come