Back home I've been wondering Will I ever see your face again The cold light dies in Palomides' eyes At the sound of a questing beast At the sound of a questing beast And I thought I saw you Lying there on your side Singing old rhymes of long forgotten times Waiting for your lover's return And the end of his sorrowful sojourn Is your life worth so little to you That you'd die like this Take one last look at the path you took And turn your head from the grave Lover, lead me to the sea But I know now that it's chasing me And I wonder if I'll ever be free But her skin was ivory white And her hair black as a beast of the night And I know, I know that this feels right