Now more than ever
\nMy search for solitude
\nFrom what has now become
\nThis feral isle<\/p>\n
My feelings are so cold
\nA sense of bitterness
\nBreakdown of morals
\nBreakdown of humanity<\/p>\n
Forged ones roam the land
\nSoulless in their hate
\nTake me there, to the hidden cove
\nFar over the moors, to where the North Sea laps the shore<\/p>\n
As the rain falls down
\nFrom ever grey skies
\nSo I yearn for change
\nSo I yearn for the past<\/p>\n
Like never before
\nEvery day seems the same
\nForgive my misanthropy
\nSkill River my bane<\/p>\n
The serpents of the sea
\nSo full of memories
\nQuicken the ships
\nSorrow fills her hold<\/p>\n
The ancient cities
\nStones of time
\nSo I yearn for change
\nSo I yearn for the past<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Now more than ever My search for solitude From what has now become This feral isle My feelings are so cold A sense of bitterness Breakdown of morals Breakdown of humanity Forged ones roam the land Soulless in their hate Take me there, to the hidden cove Far over the moors, to where the North… <\/p>\n