Soon
Soon
Soon the wave of thrashing bronze
By the will of deathless gods
I lay my head on ancient stone
Far from the shores of my own home
Haggard specters swirling down
I'll join them soon
Before the day lays to waste
My body as it's torn away
Before my sight begins to fade
And the night closes in
Did I lead us into ruin?
Was I cursed beyond my mortal reach?
Oh my desperate straits
island guys is great. heavily synth laden prog/pop reminiscent of some kind of darkest timeline phil collins, with spine-melting drum patterns Doomking