The four of us
Sit by the river
The only river we will ever know.
The blinding glare
Of the sand beneath us
With worshipping hearts we beg The Three
For today we wander
Into the darkness
To extinguish the light of the towers glean
We’ve only begun
To enjoy this river
The only river we will ever know.
With families starving
And fires raging
No water comes at the witching hour
The blinding glare
Of the sand beneath us
With worshipping hearts we beg The Three
For revolt is damning
We could never win
But to die without pa**ion will never pa**
We stand united
We face the gla**
And from behind our ma**es, awakens The Nacarat.
The heat of the sands weakens
As the shadow of The Three ascends
Some cower with worship or fear
But those glorious spheres make clear their intent.
The walls of gla** darken
The roar from the sands is deafening
Our young and feverous minds rush toward the heights
With worshipping hearts we beg The Three.