Pilgrimage to the World's End

Sometimes this spine, it feels so heavy, oh, Lord

And this old head has taken upon the weight of the world

We fell so far, stranded upon that rock

An ancient port where no ships will ever dock

No human will ever step ashore

And pull this rope so tight to evermore

This island, we have made a desolate reality

Wingless birds stare in columns out to sea

In deep southern lands there is a church's steeple

Whose bell, it tolls loud to the world

The wild and restless people, and calls to kneel

To kneel

Toll the bell and curse these lands

Pilgrims live to tell what lives were taken

With their own very hands and sent to Hell

To Hell

This vast and formless ocean will never release us

And we may drift to the edge of this world

But nothing will ever make us pray in this deep dark world

Will ever make us pray

We pray

Once more, we pray

This vast and formless ocean has taken my faith

Soundless waves that have no shore upon which to break

Devoted pilgrims, they stand in the embrace of death

And will do so until time will take their breath

Until the end of time will take their breath