You're nothing but an empty shell Once you've heard more than singing For soon will sound a drunken knell A sunken bell is ringing There is a fatal lullaby Drifts by as lungs are filling Leave off your thrashing for the light It's better to come willing From sea cathedrals made of sand Homecoming bells are tolling How you were freed from captive land Full circle you've come rolling But if you're bound in downing nets Then perhaps she'll spare you In caves of coral lit with gold Mead rivers will ensnare you You shall remember nothing of Your distant sky-bound brothers For an empty shell knows not of love But is a house for lovers Come lift you up your empty cup Toward Morveren's treasure She'll wash you clean and fill you up With visions of forever