As we forgot the brightness of the sun,
As we gave up hope oh light,
The Dead is crying
Over the mans race at its end

Six years of water pouring from above...
Long ago we stopped staring at the skies,
For the Fallen forever pours his wrath
Tomorrow the Dead will water the Dead

Ther are some things in this world
That never rest...
Like the screams that drown
In the Mechanical Rain