Through The Shallow Waters

The sky is red

The sun is dead

The dusk descends

So raw my friend

Water horsetails

Are standing stil

The trident is waiting

For someting to kill

Through the shallow waters

The dugout slowly glides

The birchbark in the prow

Is burning bright

Aroudn the shaft of the trident

The callows hand is pressing

Before the deadly strike

The sky is falling down

In the pouring rain there is the end

Only the dark remains

Nothing will stay

The sky is black

Death has struck

The dark prevails

Gone is my friend

Water horstails

Are standing still

The trident is waiting

For something to kill

Through the shallow waters

The empty dugput glides

Filled with heavy water

To the other side