Stone walls near pitfalls

In the house beside the sea

An ocean of glass

An urn of ash

Left alone to be

Shuddering sheets

Cold bodies beneath

The walls are painted in red

All is silent like the dead

Dark shadows ever creeping

Nightmares never ceasing

In the house beside the sea

Graceful willows weeping

For secrets they are keeping

Of lives silenced long ago

That only the willows know

Trembling in the silent wind

Never more to rise again

Waves crashing against the shore

Crying “from then ‘til now to ever more

Never again will they be

In the house beside the sea”

Creeks and moans in silent tones

The king has been dethroned

The death bird calls

As the last of them fall

With not a sound

They all go down

And till at last judgment has come

And they behold the Son

They will not be

Can never be

In the house beside the sea