Ghost Beacons

Some where out
On dim lit shores
I wait, I come for you
Sending lights
And signals from far
We wait, we pine for you
Glorious
Audience
Baptise me
Come witness the sea
Engulf me into the wild
Flames of glory
We rise, and kill
And die from hand to hand
Glorious
Audience
We'll live beyond all this
Glorious
Audience
Ghost Beacons follow us…
Here we stand
The lighthouse
Lands end
They will become one of us