Rows (of Endless Waves)

flood, flood, denied
echo of suffering
hold (blue) ghost

the lay of the land
wont 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 you'd have a hand in
the death of a million
for only a lie
where strengthened you'd try
to torture the masses
and sink them in chains to
this river unending
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
you'd rage drunk with power
and cripple the wise
so here we will leave you
on waves far from shore
fleshless and barren
these waves to enslave you
so your victims can rise