The Rising Tide
by Job For A Cowboy· from DOOM EP
Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide. Attachment. They drift against a now reddened. These rising waters bluch as their bodies decompose. Dozens of corpses buried at sea, they swim in their graves. They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment, the tide rises, the tide breaks. I hope I have made the my last point, for the weak have fallen and now I stand alone. They now all swim in their own graves.