Stand on the shore of the lake at midnight

Wait for the moment and soon there will be

Voices whispering up through the waters

Songs from the drowned lands calling to me

Bells toll fitfully, lost in the darkness

Children’s laughter echoes below

Lights flicker faintly through the dark waters

Up through the years from a time long ago

Turning my back on the lake at midnight

Hurry away from the ghosts of the past

Leaving behind the dead in the drowned lands

Praying their souls rest in peace at last.