Rows (Of Endless Waves)

Flood, flood, denied
Echo of suffering
Hold (blue) ghost

The lay of the land
Won't see where you stand
On waves far from sand
On them you tremble

And master of rains
Sends liquefied grains
To ride ocean pains
To nowhere at all
And nothing to borrow
And nowhere to follow
Nowhere at all
Nameless and frayed

Rows and rows

Winter of life to know
Beating hearts on stone
Pulsing out in rows
Carve my eyes in stone
Hang my skin in rows
Weathered like a throne

Suffer
And drowning
No hope for existence
Breath blood

If they would beach you
These waves of destruction would only collapse you
And leave you to lie on peasant tread
Landing where youd have a hand in
The death of a million
For only a lie where strengthened
Youd try to torture the masses
And sink them in chains
To this river enslaving that never runs dry

Death wielding reach of rehumanised fingers
That grasp as they bludgeon the helpless
That writhe if only to cry
If they would reach you
The stain of destruction would flow on
As endless from landing so wide
And battles would rage you
And war would not fail to drain blood
From the masses and leave to lie

Where death circles high
Where plundered the buildings
And burning the forests
Youd rage drunk with power and cripple the wise
So here we will leave you
An waves far from shore
Fleshless and barren
These waves to enslave you
So your victims can rise