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Down on the Riverbed
03:33
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Wade into the river,
I begin to shiver.
Water has risen,
My body is hidden.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t say.
Floating away…
Sinking through
A spectrum of blue.
Mazarine, Prussian and cyanine.
Down on the riverbed way below the watershed.
Down, down, down
On the foundation liquid form exasperation.
Down, down, down
On the riverbed, aquaphilic rest my head
Down, down, down
On the river floor I will seek the river lord.
Down, down, down
The pressure builds, I feel…
Swim into the new blue,
Try to find a way through.
Creatures are massing,
Soon will be passing.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t say.
Floating away…
Sinking through
A spectrum of blue.
Mazarine, Prussian and cyanine.
Down on the riverbed way below the watershed.
Down, down, down
On the foundation liquid form exasperation.
Down, down, down
On the riverbed, aquaphilic rest my head
Down, down, down
On the river floor I will seek the river lord.
Down, down, down
The pressure builds, I feel…
Down on the riverbed way below the watershed.
Down, down, down
On the foundation liquid form exasperation.
Down, down, down
On the riverbed, aquaphilic rest my head
Down, down, down
On the river floor I will seek the river lord.
Down, down, down
The pressure builds, I feel…
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2. |
Water Temple
02:34
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Hell is not underneath you,
The fire burning it is not true.
The devil’s hell is underwater,
Immortal sacrilegious altar.
It’s true we’re doomed.
The whirlpool sucks you down, as you begin to drown.
It leads you to the hall of the water temple .
I see a doorway into a place…
Water temple,
I see everything dissolve.
Water-borne he holds an evil,
Behemoth aquatic cathedral.
He conjures up a heavy torrent,
Creation unholy, abhorrent.
The whirlpool sucks you in to the chaos within,
It pins you to the wall of the water temple.
I see a doorway into a place…
Water temple,
I see everything dissolve.
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3. |
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Sensing a feeling there is something on the ceiling,
Inching closer to me oh.
As I tremble, it assembles, never ceasing
No defeating the
Aquamarine machine,
Stone heart and bile spleen
Eyes, mouth, claws and teeth nineteen
Aquamarine machine,
Machination abomination
No way we can break through mineral armour deep blue,
I can see no way out.
Spying a defect in its navel, thrust the knife edge
As it returns into dust.
Aquamarine machine,
Stone heart and bile spleen
Eyes, mouth, claws and teeth nineteen
Aquamarine machine,
Machination abomination
Through the water I see;
Sitting upon his throne waiting for me,
Oh, the lord of the river he beckons me hither.
Only one thing remains;
Laying before the gates a deadly maze.
Oh, the lord of the river he beckons me hither.
Who dare challenge me? In my domain? You are but weak.
I am the lord of the river.
Lost in the warren so,
How will I know which way is right to go?
Oh, the lord of the river he beckons me hither.
Now there is no way back,
Closing it off behind a cul-de-sac.
Oh, the lord of the river he beckons me hither.
Find, finding a way in the decay in the remains.
Lost in the hydrous labyrinth.
Find, finding a way, here I remain, here I decay.
Lost in the hydrous labyrinthine.
Dream of the yellow sun,
Seeing a vision of the faceless one.
Oh, the lord of the river he beckons me hither.
See now the path I trace,
Follow it through the maze and you will face
The lord of the river, he beckons you hither.
How, how can this be? Here at the gates? How is he free?
I am the lord of the river.
Find, finding a way in the decay in the remains.
Lost in the hydrous labyrinth.
Find, finding a way, here I remain, here I decay.
Lost in the hydrous labyrinthine.
Find, finding a way in the decay in the remains.
Lost in the hydrous labyrinth.
Find, finding a way, here I remain, here I decay.
Lost in the hydrous labyrinthine.
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4. |
Monomachy
03:28
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Final trial, the river summons an azure isle,
A plateau circled by endless water.
Who will falter?
Temple steps will run with blood, into the mud.
Flashing dagger, the weapon given it useless shatters,
No effect upon the baseless water.
Who will falter?
Temple steps will run with blood, into the mud
Monomachy.
I am the river lord; I’ll destroy them all,
Flood the desert soil, end this mortal coil.
Monomachy.
You will be the one that feeds the hungry beasts below.
Aged trident reveals itself it exalts strident,
I cast it into the wounded titan, deafening silence.
Temple steps will run with blood, into the mud.
Monomachy.
I am the river lord; I’ll destroy them all,
Flood the desert soil, end this mortal coil.
Monomachy.
You will be the one that feeds the hungry beasts below.
I am the river lord; I’ll destroy them all,
Flood the desert soil, end this mortal coil.
Monomachy.
You will be the one that feeds the hungry beasts below.
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5. |
Ebb and Flow
02:55
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Body rising up, mesmerising but
Currents carry him, river’s phantom limb.
He goes where the river flows,
Where the river flows, he goes.
He goes where the river flows,
Where the river flows, he goes.
Drifting through the never ending…
Follow now the ebb and flow.
Wounded from the fray, open skin does flay.
Through the hole descends, into hell transcends.
He goes where the river flows,
Where the river flows, he goes.
He goes where the river flows,
Where the river flows, he goes
Drifting through the never ending…
Follow now the ebb and flow.
Down he goes
The river flows
The ground it knows
The earth swallows him
Holy ghost
To hell betrothed
The fire blows
The place below
Shadow cargo
The reaper mows
So down he goes
Into limbo
He flows
Drifting through the never ending…
Follow now the ebb and flow.
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