The old river creeps slowly to the sea to die The hay meadows reaped at the cold bladed scythe The God of fire is here with the fire from his eyes The lonely chapel burns sending angels to the skies The forced brides of our lord And the destruction of them all Is a very thin reward In this profanity, beyond the rim of sky In this insanity comes a last outcry The land lead the frightened river back to its mother sea And witnessed from above, this work of slavery Through its mouth, the world will drink the waters deep In this profanity, beyond the rim of sky In this insanity comes a last outcry