Black River

Howling from the heathers in the glooming mire
 To clam me on slender pass
 The billow turned the birches to redundant snacks
 Unavowed, we stood like icicles
 In the black river
 Yesterday, she was pulled out from the river
 Wearing a silver bracelet and a bucket of stones around her pretty neck
 Holding an empty canvas to a mirror
 I pictured myself alongside of the girl on the bridge just the morning of the fall
 When she was staring into the hollow abyss, luminous slipping into the bog
 The black river...
 Silent cafter caters by the rivulets, hovering the High-land glass
 Waiting in the horror by the silhouettes
 Everyone you know shall pass never to feel comfort in the arms of a stranger
 Howling from the heathers in the glooming mire
 To clam me on slender pass
 The billow turned the birches to redundant snacks
 Unavowed, we stood like icicles
 The black river
 The black river
 Stop! My little child, you won't get further than this
 I see you smile, under the frozen abyss
 We reconcile, we're past-dimential and vile
 The both of us
 Let's get together and dance into the void until it stares into our souls
 So Hush, my little child! Come join the purgatory trip
 Through your denial
 Among the carpenter bees, and honey pies
 We see the home that you left, you were a child
 I was your daddy back then, so spend a tender when your mourning slip into your dreams
 Scarlet staturines, tuffy puddles, bada-bits and baseball figurines
 Forever and ever, bury 'em in the cold
 THE BLACK RIVER!
 THE BLACK RIVER!
 THE BLACK RIVER!