Lyrics:
The river destiny
You my friend are water borne
The tide humility
Are we liquid are we stone
Placing trust within the tide
Sinking turning left alone
harder, no martyrs, no givers
Fire storms, wildfires borne
Water borne disease, new forms
Pandemics, a black horse
No rider, a new norm
Fire storms,
the far end of the ancient reservoir
Orange ball merging with its water-borne twin
Below air-brushed edges of cloud
But first, it spreads itself
the weight of plague and abominations
She lays beside her fallen knights
White robes stained by waters borne of blight
Their cleansing crusade was broken by
on the current woe water borne
Beautiful queen of the waters
Borne by celestial mother
Sublime astrological divinity
Punished for vain intervention
She sacrificed godlike
the dreamtime souls take flight
And I am a closer to you now
Mountains crumble, forests vanish
Seeds awakened by the fire
Water, air and earth have borne them
One night in August
There was an awful storm
A tidal wave of water
To Lynmouth it was borne
Trees, boulders and debris
Thrown violently
The worst
Borne of the flowing water
Cared for by the Ninhursag
Founding your town by the sacred lake
She finished its walls for you
Sacred
Grain
You are
these frigid seas alone
On the wings of a nightmare, borne on dark waters
We came to this corpse-city's bones
Behold this terrible throne of dark,
borne water
I used to be tush but now now gon getter
Still make it spread like knife on butter
Make more money for my son and my daughter
So make up your
Pale was the wounded Knight
That bore the rowan shield
Loud and cruel were the ravens' cries
As they feasted on the field
Saying beck water cold
And it's down to the water's brim he's borne the rowan shield,
And the golden rod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield.
And wet rose she from
the stars as I become skyclad
The progeny of pagan gods
As much a son as I am a daughter
Borne of the tempered water
The temple of temperance
Borne on the wind, borne on the wind
Between the sunset and the dawn
So tenderly your memory
Lingers with me on and on
Borne on the wind, borne
a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was borne upon the tide
a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was borne upon the tide
Ocean Child
Come now home
Holy wonder
Wholly one
Ancient song
Call me home
Ave Maris
Ave Om
Borne on the sound of the sea in my blood
Washed in
shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of '25
But I am still alive
And I was a sailor, and I was borne upon the tide
shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of '25
But I am still alive
And I was a sailor, and I was borne upon the tide
edges
Where the mirror it bends and stretches
Past the edges of this world
Where the waters crash and curl
Take me down, take me down
Davey Jones
hoods me around;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh is urged on,
With rustling
a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
They finally hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was borne upon the tide
I think that 80% of a good show is rooted in humiliation
Boys run like water from the barrel to the trough
They'll never stop their running
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