Ashes and gloaming lights cover all the skies in a gloomy mist
Staring into my soul dreadful in its wake, a constant mourn
And it breathes, and it bleeds, and it wants me as the stillborn child
The river I'm bound to be found in
Not far away from the floods
The absence of light within me
I am the stillborn child
All shall wither
It will come to life feeding from the floods
Slow paced depravity in the essence of the dark
Slithering, lifeless, unseen deformity
Stay away from the floods seeking higher grounds
Severing all ties, grant hope for mankind
Aeons have passed us by; he is shattered by a hollow weight
Halo burning in his eye, the meadows have run dry, he is forlorn
No one sees, nothing moves, cause it had him as the stillborn child
The river I'm bound to be drowned in
Not far away from the floods
The absence of light within me
I am the stillborn child
All shall wither
All shall wither once it takes over me
It will come to life feeding from the floods