Red river, red river,
take me on a ride down that
sweet scarlet stream.
Where we'll
cut
our own path;
waking up from this dream.

Red river,
won't you carry me
to the place where I belong,
where the river
dries up
and our song is
left unsung.

Screams and terror,
of people who couldn't turn back.
Their bodies cast upon the
dried up dirt,
line
after
line.

Down the river red they went.
Agony and pain; their two only oars.
Their lives drained into the
blood soaked sand.
Life begins so unexpectedly
but this time, ended as planned.