Paradise

Waiting in solitude for the winds to yowl

For the skies to grey, for the waves to roll

For the ship to sail away from sands

Into the depths of the distant lands

Waiting for days, waiting for years

In this land of endless tears

For the rain to pour, for the oceans to rise

For the soul to find its paradise

Far flies the seagull into the skies

The wind echoes its mournful cries

Far sails the row boat in the seas

A tune comes floating in the breeze

Far is the lighthouse standing tall

Against an age old rocky wall

Waiting lonesome with tearful eyes

For the soul to find its paradise

The waiting invokes the gods of hell

Down comes the rain, the oceans swell

The forests howl, the waves galore

Lightning strikes with a thunderous roar

The boats capsize, the seagulls fall

The lighthouse crumbles against the wall

And as the satanic forces rise

The soul does find its paradise