The ri-ver of our land runs fast through lies, truth, mad-nessand what[ever] you can think
Drow-ning in the best realm land-scape what is your hope-less wish?
Sur-roun-ded by waves full of mir-rors of me de-e-e-mons fade in
Be-tray-ed a-gain, rip-ping my old dre-ams
Our land runs fast through lies, truth, mad-nessand what[ever] you can think
Drow-ning in the best realm land-scape what is your hope-less wish?
Son of wa-ter, be-loved na-ture da-ughter, by now is back our time to ad-mire the night
Hear one wit-ness of your gor-geous tra-vel whose end comes clo-ser and clo-ser by now
