N the still of the mistful morning We can have our way for free In the dusk of the dying hours Will you take it all from me
We've been searching for far too long Sinking in but still moving on
From the source of the murky waters We will drink to quench our thirst Though we know that the streams are drying We will serve our own unversed
We've been going for far too long Sinking in but still moving on
The dying tide Our waters have run dry We stand in line To wash our hands In the dying tide
At the end of the dying hours We will dive into the void Though we know what the depths are hiding We accept to be destroyed
We've been dying for far too long Sinking in and forever gone
The dying tide Our waters have run dry We stand in line To wash our hands In the dying tide
The dying tide Our waters have run dry We stand in line To wash our hands In the dying tide
The dying tide Our waters have run dry We stand in line To wash our hands In the dying tide
Where there was water The cracks now appear Over the dark land The stillness is clear Now tides are dying We'll reach for the shore Past winds will lead us no more
