The light at the end of the world lyrics

Artist  : My dying bride 
Song : The light at the end of the world
 
An isle, a bright shining isle stands forever,
alone in the sea
Of rock and of sand and grass and shale, the isle
bereft of trees.

- Small. A speck in the wide blue sea. 'Tis the
last of all the land.
A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last,
lonely man? -

By the Gods he is there to never leave, to remain
all his life.
His punishment for evermore, to attend the
eternal light.

The lighthouse, tall and brilliant white, which
stands at the end of the world.
Protecting ships and sailors too, from rock they
could be hurled

Yet nothing comes and nothing goes 'sept the
bright blue sea.
Which stretches near and far away, 't is all our
man can see.

Though, one day, up high on rock, a bird did
perch and cry.
An albatross, he shot a glance, and wondered
deeply, why?

Could it be a watcher sent? A curse sent from the
Gods,
who sits and cries and stares at him, the life
that they have robbed.

Each year it comes to watch over him, the
creature from above.
Not a curse but a reminder of the woman that he
loved.

- Oh weary night, under stars, he'd lay and gaze.
Up towards the moon and stars. The suns dying
haze.
Time and again, Orion's light filled our man with
joy.
Within the belt, he'd see his love, remembering
her voice -

The twinkle from the stars above bled peace into
his heart
As long as she looks down on him he knows they'll
never part

One day good, one day bad
The madness, the heat, the sun,
Out to sea, he spies upon land.
His beloved Albion.

Cliffs of white and trees of green
Children run and play, "My home land"
he cries and weeps, why so far away?

Eyes sore and red.
Filled with tears, he runs towards the sea.
To risk his life, a worthy cause, for home he
would be.

Into the sea, deep and blue, the waters wash him
clean.
Awake. He screams. Cold with sweat. And Albion a
dream.

- Such is life upon the isle, of torment and woe.
One day good. One day bad. And some days, even
hope.

The light at the end of the world burns bright
for mile and mile
Yet tends the man, its golden glow, in misery all
the while?

For fifty years he stands and waits, atop the
light, alone.
Looking down upon his isle the Gods have made his
home -

The watcher at the end of the world through
misery does defile.
Remembers back to that single night and allows a
tiny smile.

(His sacrifice was not so great, he insists upon
the world.
Again he would crime, Again he would pay, for one
moment with the girl)

Her hair, long and black it shone,
The dark, beauty of her eyes,
Olive skin and warm embrace, her memory never
dies.

'Twas years ago, he remembers clear the life they
once did live.
Endless love and lust for life, they promised
each would give.

Alas, such love and laughter too, was short as
panting breath
For one dark night, her soul was kissed by the
shade of death.

(Agony, like none before, was suffered by our
man).
who tends the light now burning bright on the
very last of land.

(Anger raged and misery too like nothing ever
before).
He cursed the Gods and man and life, and at his
heart he tore.

- A deity felt sympathy and threw our man a light
'Your woman you may see again, for a single
night. -

But think hard and well young man, there is a
price to pay:
to tend the light at the end of the world is
where you must stay.

Away from man and liufe and love.
Alone you will be. On a tiny isle.
A bright shining isle in the middle of the sea.

- "I'll tend the light, for one more night with
the woman whom I love",
screamed the man, with tearful eyes, to the deity
above.

And so it was that very night his lover did
return.
To his arms and to their bed, together they did
turn.
In deepest love and lust and passion entwined
they did fall.
Lost within each other's arms they danced (in
lover's ball). -

- Long was the night filled with love.
For them the world was done.
Awoke he did to brightest light,
his woman and life had gone.

To his feet he leapt.
To the sea he looked.
To the lighthouse on the stone.
The price is paid and from now on
he lives forever alone.

Fifty years have passed since then and not a soul
has he seen.
but his woman lives with him still in every
single dream.

'Tis sad to hear how young love has died to know
that,
alone, someone has cried. But memories are ours
to keep.
To live them again, in our sleep. -