Changeling Paroles

On the shores of Ganymede...

I sell my final hope,

For a poison seed,

a corrupt and dying breed..



Turning round,

the season will begin,

Turning round...

A cycle begins...


when the Moon is waning...

Inside these lonely halls,

Time is gone,

my tainted lifeblood draining...



Turning round,

the season will begin,

Turning round...

A cycle begins...



She walked upon the lonely strand, that evening,

Waiting for her lover in briny chill,

He won't return to meet the infant child,

He never will return - he never will...



Oceans send me away,

the wind blows from my home

I sail forever and a day,

waiting for the One...



Who told this passing tale, inside the shadow?

The Hollow Men recite against my will.

A secret long untold shall still remain,

The Moon sleeping upon the distant hill