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 thin,

we run out of 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... 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...