Cicada Howl - Cemeteries

I heard the summer spell

She rang the dinner bell

A shore against their will

Wake up she needs her fill

Close you eyes, don’t look down

Twist the knife, slow their heart, feel it pound

She will rise, we will drown

And lose our home, our whole coast to the ground

They saw the fire burn

Their hands kindled the wood

Moonlight, Luna is furs

The tide swallowed her words

Close your eyes, don’t look down

Twist the knife, slow their heart, feel it pound

She will rise, we will drown

And lose our home, our whole coast to the ground

Oh barrows, just hold on