Black Ruthenia

Can you hear them singing beneath the waves?

The drowned maidens in their liquid graves

Their hair like seaweed, their eyes like pearls

They'll weave you a gown of water and curls

The current whispers of sins untold

Of stolen gold and hearts grown cold

The river remembers every crime

It's patient... it waits... it knows your time

Young Anna came to wash her dress

The water murmured "Come to rest"

Now she dances with liquid grace

A permanent smile on her blue-tinged face

The mayor's son came hunting here

His laughter loud, his conscience clear

The river took him mid-brave boast

Now he's the new ferryman's ghost

Black Ruthenia, dark and deep

Where troubled souls come home to sleep

The surface shines like polished glass

But never show it your reflection's face

The priest tried blessing these cursed shores

The water rose and barred the doors

His holy book began to bleed

As the river laughed at his desperate creed

The village girls now whisper low

Of something moving down below

How fingers brush their ankles bare

When they kneel to say evening prayer

BLACK RUTHENIA CLAIMS HER OWN

BENEATH THE ICE, BENEATH THE STONE

THE CURRENT PULLS, THE DEPTHS DECEIVE

THE ONLY WAY OUT IS TO STOP BELIEVING...

Dip your hand in... just once... just try...

The water's warm... it's okay to die...