Dark waters flow silently content
Through a land of hopeless lost souls
Tragically sad the death of innocents
The grass that withered before the snow...

The wicked-hearted vultures circle above
Intent to devour their broken-hearted demise
Those who have given up on the goddess of love
And the promise of a refreshing new sunrise...

Time stands still in this land of great sorrow
The weeping willows weep on the whisper of the breeze
But nobody mourns the children of tomorrow
Whom the dark waters’ current shall bring to their knees...

Yet here I stand on the banks of this river
As the rapids lay waste my last goodbye
Soaked to the bone in life’s tears I shiver
Deceived by trickery and eluded by pride...