Along the banks of rivers Zion
Sang a fallen and forsworn
The chain
Of human rage
And let between an ocean rain

And lambs so led, I stayed

If this be life, our evening´s prayer
Or death´s denouement
A thorned idyll that´s offered no one
And I´ve stood for no one
Then father, I´m nowhere
I´m no closer to your throne

Swirling forth, the sea conscripted
Each, the dead and nursery rhyme
At voice
A trailing drone
And baptized by the breath of pain
I crossed heart´s knave and swore

If this be life, our evening´s prayer
Or death´s denouement

A thorned idyll that´s offered no one
And I´ve stood for no one
Then father, I´m nowhere
I´m no closer to your throne

Swirling forth (Swirling)
The dead and nursery rhyme

If this be life, our evening´s prayer
Or death´s denouement
A thorned idyll that´s offered no one
And I´ve stood for no one
Then father, I´m nowhere
I´m no closer to your throne

Pacific glass, these gifts rend senseless
And knell, repentless
The auger of the cosmic traveler

As god´s own straggler
Who´s vowed, unopposed
To embody word and shore