The River

Steps of the figure draws down

Down to the river

A river so powerful

Even hate dies

Since dawn of time

The river has cleansed

Dirt away from knowing

Figure stares down

Down to the waterrush

Elderly as he is

Legs do not bear

He falls and washes away

Far far away

Even by daylight

Even by daylight

This forest is brooded with evil and darkness

Even by daylight

Creatures of the void beyond lurks around

Even by daylight

Long forlorn echoes from the past still echoes

Even by daylight

Cold winds of the wintertime still chills

Even by daylight

Spectres of the dead

Behind every tree and every rock

Spectres of the dead await

Utters a call to be buried down, down

Not left to rot on the surface

Lest to be ravens prey

Six feet is enough so get your effort

And dig down our bodies

With your bare hands

We beg you let us rest

Alone and to be not defiled

Aid they get and doth finally find peace