A Red Sun Rises Crimson Over The Distant Shores..
A Sea Gull Echoes Its Death Cry.
The Widows Stand By The Water With Faces Forlorn..
And The Waves Crash Onto Their Feet Like Red Dye.
Their Weeping Can Be Heard For A Thousand Nights..
Their Haunted Cries Echoes On The Gale.
When Would This Waiting Souls Finally Fade..
Or There Is No End To Their Ghostly Tale...
