كلمات The Rift

Standing on the coast Hearing black waters call my name Waves carry the whispers to the shore With the wind The surface of the sea begins to stir The storm is closing in Rising from the north Whispers turn into a scream The fury of the winds Drain power from the sea Black rain falls upon the earth Cleanse it from the blood Pour the flood Into the sea Let the current pull me under Let me fall into the ocean floor Into the deep Towards the darkest grandeur of the northern trench Into the abyss I fall The rift will conceal Buries in the tomb In the absence of the light The pressure ties the chains The darkness blinds the eyes The waters of the north swallow inside Into the sea Let the current pull me under Let me fall into the ocean floor Into the deep Towards the darkest grandeur of the northern trench Into the abyss I fall