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River to flow, river to show

Hiding the secrets below

Renounce your faith of glory

Before you say sorry.

We are wronged, condemned

For right is dead.

Blood flows against the water’s cheeks

Washes away truth under the creaks.

Peaceful at first; illusion as it is

Warmonger then born among bloody fists.

River rushes, river washes

As secrets forever remain with our ashes.