Drinking from the River Rising

Holy undying

Lay down

Rest your weary eyes

Breathe

Up on that lonesome mountain

A rose and orchid bloom

See how they wither

Burn

I see that old stone in your eye

Beautiful and black and wanting

Oh how it gleams 'neath the open sky

And drinks once more from the river winding

A crooked smile slides across your face

Your crimson hands forever writhing

You serpentine with eerie grace

And drink once more from the river winding

Those nimble teeth, oh how they shine

They dig a hole empty and haunting

And as that void wraps 'round your spine

Your blood runs cold with the river rising

Where will you go when the well runs dry?

Where will you go when the well runs dry?

Where will you go when the well runs dry?

Where will you go when the well runs dry?