The Sleeper

White ships of light
Across the cold bay
Wraith upon the throne
In the state of sleep

But you hear it in the trees
And the birds scream
The land is old
Some say scarred

Let the souls awaken
Let them raise up like mountains
Let them become like rocks
Falling over the cliff

But you hear it in the trees
And the birds screaming

Let them become like mountains
Let the rocks fall the earth
To awaken the sea
To call the land

Let the soul awaken
Let them raise the mountains
Let the rock call you
Awake from your nightmare

Oh, the children scream
Oh, the land is old
Scarred