Dry The River

There was way too much water

But these rivers refused to run dry

All worlds wisdom lies buried beneath

But these rivers they refused to run dry

There was way too much water

But these rivers refused to run dry

All worlds wisdom lies buried beneath

But these rivers they refused to run dry

Disabled and unarmed we are adrift on this sea of life

A shoreless tide of disorder

Just to perish, just to sink

We reach the bottom faster than we think

We run out on breathe

Pass the realm of shades

And reach their end, which is death…

Oh these rivers of nihil

So called rivers of no return

Swallowed and will not disgorge me for quite some time

They know their courses leading up

The happy hunting grounds

They know the time of day

Know, dead people won’t return

I’m haunted by waters

Drawn together till the end of days

My dear, it will find me

Wherever I may roam

I feel enamoured, like moths are attracted to flames

I’m the deluge, the greatest flood of all, my own nemesis…

I am the flood

I am the flood

Dry the river

Dry the river

Dry this river

You can stop now, leading me up the garden path

I’m awoken, I see all people behind their masks

All these pale corpses hurrying along a winding path

Hurrying down these rivers, to their end, which is death