Prophecy, The - Rivers текст песни

I Wash my hands clean
Wash them clean in the river.

And there will be no more pain tonight
No more words of hate and spite
The storm has passed and I'm still alive
Purge my thoughts of the night you died.

You died!
Left me alone!
This eternity!
To suffer!

Now I bask in this shameful prison, lost in the desert of my thoughts
These visions in my head are all I can see
Remembrance of a time I can not forget

But I Wash my hands clean
Wash them clean in the river.

This will be your last sunrise.
One last day before the end of your life.
You won't breathe this air no more.
For this will be the night that you died.

As she crawls from the depths of this great river all ghostly and pale
with ruined eyes she sees my shadow in the light of the fading day.

Resurrection born from the anger of the dead.
River call me home my final resting place.

Resurrection born from the anger of the dead.
Allowed to walk the earth to reciprocate the deed.
And the river remembers Meandering witness Ancient!