This

Release, I grant you permission

Immerse, submerse, submerge and rise

Emerge to snatch one's last breath

Hydra-lung will deaden the cries

It is time to make the transition

You were never one to abide

Absurdly ignored premonition

Now let the struggle subside

This - the knife that has skewered my heart

This - the flowing river of blood

This - the morbid thought in my head

This - the crimson stain in my bed

My heart bleeds for your confession

The truth, the youth, a kiss goodbye

To covet the lasting impression

The river's slaughter swallows your pride

The current consumes the almighty

I must confess the tide will soon rise

Drowning your thoughts of escape

How foolish of you to surmise

This - the knife that has skewered my heart

This - the flowing river of blood

This - the morbid thought in my head

This - the crimson stain in my bed

This thing that crawls from inside me

Expanding, stretching my sanity

This - way things have to turn out to be

There's no sun, left in your eyes to see...

This

Emotion spill into the river

Flowing, drifting from side to side

Clutch the offering hand of the Reaper

As you become the pale River Bride

This - the knife that has skewered my heart

This - the flowing river of blood

This - the morbid thought in my head

This - the crimson stain in my bed

This - way things have to turn out to be

There's no sun, left in your eyes to see...

This

This

This