What breath it takes the tide Is it from your - your sunken hollow lungs That the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea On the sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam To me of days I've lost to the dreadful night And the heart of darkness That draws us to light so tight And sets us adrift Haggard and bent crows keen to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts And bend our knees to pray For a silent and a watery - a watery grave We bend our knees to pray What breath it takes the tide Is it sunken from your hollow lungs That the bones may gather At the depths down below An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned Every pilgrim to the depths Follows another To meet the masters below Hollowed by time Wild horses unbound on white foam We bend our knees to pray For silent and watery grave