The blade of the Reaper suspending the eye in the remembrance,
All dues in the crossing feed the soul drowning in the breach.
Watch Her Breath Light In The Sun.
Death brings the rain to river and I walk from the shore waiting,
The stones in the river bring hell to the heart of those of us left in our shells.
Watch Her Breath Light In The Sun.
As the truth is denied,
We will fall in the sun.
In the depths of our run,
We let the hell come,
We let the hell come.