The Sea Of Glass

By the sea of glass
Dread things come to pass
Mingled with harp-song and fire
Poured out from bowls of wrath

Must it be this way?
Must we praise by the blood river?
Must they pour this way?
And, empty, the earth shivers

The islands fall
The mountains crumble
The city tumbles
The wine spills
The wrath refills
By the sea of glass



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Stoddart
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