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.