Many of us are gone, we are the last,
We saw many things, but we never saw this
In the forgotten isle behind te mist.
The crescent moon between our brows,
We practiced an art, forgotten now,
We hardly remember, but we miss,
The forgotten isle behind te mist.
We lie forgotten, but somehow we survive,
A single thought keeping us alive,
Perhaps, someday, could we escape,
To the forgotten isle behind the mist.
