Isle of Reil

Lying on a rusty bed of nails

The frigid chill of night will surely pierce my spine

Again until the wanted deep pulls me in

 

While all the broken thoughts of day

Erupt and fall again to hold my mind ensnared

I wait until I finally dream of you

 

Fall down into that torpor, pulls me under, ‘till I rest my soul

Will I rest my soul?  Never will I

 

Leave and drift beyond the Isle of Reil

A specter of the truth and buried lies unmade

I watch and wander to the edge un-phased

 

Lose myself into the dark, this realm

Of which I feel the bruised and battered parts let go

Until the shards of waking tear within again

 

Fall down into that torpor, pulls me under, ‘till I rest my soul

Will I rest my soul?  Never will I

Far down under the water, ride that river, ‘till I rest my soul

Will I rest my soul?  Never will I

 

You’ll never feel the hurt again

When you let the ether pull you down

Into a void of sight and sound

The tender night will keep you

 

You’ll never feel the hurt again

‘Till you hear the shrill unwelcomed sound

That lifts and rips you from the ground

The dreaded day is breaking

 

How long until I rest my soul?

Those in darkness know

Truth is finally told

Once the night has hold