Cease

«Cease!»
Cried the shore
To the sea
«I will
Call upon
An angry sun
To better reach your mists (?)
And suckle from your depths
There’s no heaven’s storm
To feed you anymore"
U-huh-huh (8)
«Bleed!»
Cried the sea
To the shore
«I will
Call my friend
The stormy wind
To blow away your skin
And beat upon your clothes
Now swollen with the rain
I claim them for my own"
Uh-huh-huh (x16)