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