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The old river creeps slowly to the sea to die

The hay meadows reaped at the cold bladed scythe

The God of fire is here with the fire from his eyes

The lonely chapel burns sending angels to the skies

The forced brides of our lord

And the destruction of them all

Is a very thin reward

In this profanity, beyond the rim of sky

In this insanity comes a last outcry

The land lead the frightened river back to its mother sea

And witnessed from above, this work of slavery

Through its mouth, the world will drink the waters deep

In this profanity, beyond the rim of sky

In this insanity comes a last outcry