The Flood To Come - Madder Mortem

Nothing can turn me now

Come the terror, come the turmoil

Close over breath and bones

On the tide will flow

Rivers of vibrant life

Come the fever to the dead soil

Stream with my dormant dreams

On the tide will flow

Cold is the waiting stone

Come the change, I’m sick with hunger

Burn me and make me whole

On the tide will flow

Slow and sure

Come the fall, the fall I long for

Blind me and bring me home

On the tide will flow

Seed my world with auguries

With agony and joy

With fear to hold my spirit down

And glory yet to come

So will be the day:

On the tide will flow

Out from our eyes

Out from our feeding hands

No pain and no penitence

No word to hold the flood to come

Burn me and make me whole

Blind me and bring me home

On the tide will flow