Across the Eerie waters,   Misty covered glass I spied   A sad procession, snaking down   The dry and deathly trail.   And as my telescopic eye   Focused on the marching line,   It settled on the fallen crown,   Now covered with a veil.      The heavy weight of mourning   Drew each head to face the ground.   Muscles tight on bearers' arms   Each body cold and frail.   And through the muslin mist   The beating drums, the only sound..   Twenty boats out in the bay   All ready to set sail.         Ashes.. take me back to earth..   Water.. quench my human thirst..   Ashes.. take me back to earth..   Water.. quench my human thirst..         My bones soaked in the icy cold   And fixed me where I lay,   Until each vessel left the shore   And made a line for me.   There never was a breeze,   The leaves were silent all that day.   They say the sails were ghosts   That stole the wind to set them free.      I layed transfixed,    Felt nothing, but the beating of my fear   As flames rose up and swallowed whole   Greatest of the fleet   The others circled round   And I heard chanting fill the air,   The ashes, lifted high   Were falling back into the sea.         Ashes.. take me back to earth..   Water.. quench my human thirst..   Ashes.. take me back to earth..   Water.. quench my human thirst...