Darkling, I Listen - The Black Atlantic

This is bleak but in beautiful translation

From infinity, to the pen, to the mouth

I sing for the undertow

Darkling, I listen to its crash upon my shore

These scars are but memories to cherish

Promises carved into a chasm wall

I remain hidden inside their words,

Composed like bronze

I bend a knee

Before the sun that dives in the sea

When I die, fling my ashes high,

For the wind to disperse

All my intentions remain ethereal,

All my dreams impossible,

Save the ones I lived

When I die, fling my ashes to the wind