The heralds of starfall, they've known it for long The woundwalker's footprints, all faded and gone On the shores of nihil, there's no sand but in our eves Still we cry The tides of november, thev rise and they fall Drowning the last of ewers, once and for all In this blackwatergrave we all shall crawl This stormchild empire was built of fog and sand Now it has finally cone to meet it's watery end The sands of these scabbed shores, now rubbed into our eyes Tis fog's drowning all but our prayers and cries Still we cry a filthfinger finale for those about to die One more wave, one more breath One more wave, one more breath One more surge, one more death No god there to calm the seas But we drown with gratefulness and ease One more wave, one more surge The hungry black must feed it's urge Abandon your lives to the waves Now let's drink up our graves One more wave, one more breath The tides of november, the tides of death