Tristitia Nigrum - Migration Chapter I

Some place where azure oceans fall ashore
Beyond the granite walls of gray and somber looking coasts
The sandy dunes fall aside as the forests rise
Woods black and menacing, all over where one lie his eyes...

Above horizon we shall fly by night
These lands have beckoned us so long but why?
Their haunting call we all have felt for many moons
At last the time hath come for us to join their gloom

What do they ask of us? What is this bond we share?
What to become of us once we arrive and join them there?
Are we to serve them for eternity and more?
Or maybe these dark forests once was what we would call home?