Beneath the hearts flowing stream

Rise the elements of nature's cruel force

Like waters run to the see

Bearing our souls we lay naked on the shore

And the tide rolls in

Up to our necks

Over our heads

What will be next

In silent towers of the sea

Blood-stained half-gods press their fingers to the stone

And serpents rise from the deep

The crashing waves pound our will into dust

And the tide rolls in

Up to our necks

Over our heads

What will be next

Into a warm silver sleep

Come chilling sleep bearing sweet kiss of grief

The boatman calls from the shore

Underneath it all I drown in a wharf

And the tide rolls in

(And the tide rolls in)

Up to our necks

(Up to our necks)

Over our heads

(Over our heads)

What will be next

(What will be next)

What will be next

(What will be next)

What will be next

(What will be next)