The Creek of the Dead

It flows the obscene, a living death machine
 Repent the day, this world first met your wondering mind
 Stay at one with tears, the dark is near
 It calls to you, now reach out
 Amazed, as the wind is full and the night is day
 Resist, to the golden sun and the virgin air
 Release, as nature's spell was cast on you
 Defeat, as your haunted soul breaks it's shell
 Bringing out the plead of instant death
 Take your life, cross the line, don't be scared
 Come to us
 Below a wordly forest and beneath an awful sky
 An always moving madness, creeps onward with the tide
 A killer long and lasting, that washes all it's sins
 A silent shocking something, that draws us ever in
 The creek of the dead, the creek of the waiting dead!
 The sun shines on your worldless tomb
 As life permits your soul to die
 The creek it bathes, while nature blooms
 With blood that flows, to bring new life
 The life you gave is nothing now
 While death reveals a sign of joy
 The creek of the dead!