shoreline of dusk heaven light,    sterling waves in darkened skies      Our keel could've kneeled in every past reel,    we've got breakwaves through volcanic tide      Seams of streams through whirlpool of night,    drifting, drifting      Ordained ordeal, under current rise,    the sea pregnant with devilish sighs      And the dreams, always been messing,    with the screams of my beloved ones      Streams always been turning my way around      The dreams always been messing    with the screams of my beloved ones      Streets always been turning so,    say now what you want to see,    into dreams that are not seen so      Hey mister did you see what I saw?    Oarsman called out from a jagged jaw      A beacon glimes there again for us all,    tells us welcome to the devil's shore      sweeping the light as it were, the lighthouse stood screaming      Leaning, hovering tall, welcome to the devil's shore      And the dreams, always been messing,    with the screams of my beloved ones      Hey mister did you see what I saw,    I called out from a jagged jaw      there's a beacon that glimes again for us all,    tells us welcome to the devil's shore      sweeping the light as it were,    the lighthouse stood screaming      Leaning, hovering tall, welcome to the devil's ball.      And the dreams, always been messing,    with the screams of my beloved ones