Lethe

I come from the land of shadows
I stand on the shore of a bitter dream
the storm did not end
the flood took us all
the flood took it all

let me drink from the waters of Lethe
let me hear the music of another land
let me run like a river to the great, still sea

I walked through the dark wood
I spoke to the shade of things to come
I heard the raging of the Furies
I heard the signal but I did not run

let me drink from the waters of Lethe
let me hear the music of another land
let me run like a river to the great, still sea

sing me to sleep
I will dream no dreams
let me wake and forget

let me drink from the waters of Lethe
let me hear the music of another land
let me run like a river to the great, still sea