Rows (of Endless Waves)

flood, flood, denied echo of suffering hold (blue) ghost the lay of the land wont see where you stand on waves far from sand on them you tremble and master of rains sends liquefied grains to ride ocean pains to nowhere at all and nothing to borrow and nowhere to follow nowhere at all nameless and frayed... rows and rows winter of life to know beating hearts on stone pulsing out in rows carve my eyes in stone hang my skin in rows weathered like a throne suffer and drowning no hope for existence breath blood if they would beach you these waves of destruction would only collapse you and leave you to lie on peasant tread landing where you'd have a hand in the death of a million for only a lie where strengthened you'd try to torture the masses and sink them in chains to this river unending that never runs dry death wielding reach of rehumanised fingers that grasp as they bludgeon the helpless that writhe if only to cry if they would reach you the stain of destruction would flow on as endless from landing so wide and battles would rage you and war would not fail to drain blood from the masses and leave to lie where death circles high where plundered the buildings and burning the forests you'd rage drunk with power and cripple the wise so here we will leave you on waves far from shore fleshless and barren these waves to enslave you so your victims can rise