As the Aged Wanderer Doth Sulk (Slave of the Seas)

A highly romanticized funeral doom song. They should play this at the opera.

A storm approaches, the clouds are darkened, black castles reign the sky
The hour is nearing, all we were fearing, don’t be afraid to die
Nothing familiar, is here for comfort, night and shade collide
Cold thorns are bleeding, me from the inside, how did I lose my life

Where have we gone now, so far away from, all that I ever tried
To hold together, our bond forever

Yeah
And I beg the heavens for solace
I cry and weep and pray, heal me

What have I done to deserve this fate

Music by Victor Fisher