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An isle, a bright shining isle stands forever, alone in the sea
Of rock and of sand and grass and shale, the isle bereft of trees.
- Small. A speck in the wide blue sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last, lonely man? -
By the Gods he is there to never leave, to remain all his life.
His punishment for evermore, to attend the eternal light.
The lighthouse, tall and brilliant white, which stands at the end of the world.
Protecting ships and sailors too, from rock they could be hurled
Yet nothing comes and nothing goes 'sept the bright blue sea.
Which stretches near and far away, 't is all our man can see.
The Light at the End of the World, My Dying Bride
Of rock and of sand and grass and shale, the isle bereft of trees.
- Small. A speck in the wide blue sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last, lonely man? -
By the Gods he is there to never leave, to remain all his life.
His punishment for evermore, to attend the eternal light.
The lighthouse, tall and brilliant white, which stands at the end of the world.
Protecting ships and sailors too, from rock they could be hurled
Yet nothing comes and nothing goes 'sept the bright blue sea.
Which stretches near and far away, 't is all our man can see.
The Light at the End of the World, My Dying Bride