Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Water Dreams, artist - Aviators. Album song Godhunter, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Record label: Aviators
Song language: English
Red Water Dreams |
Take me to the water |
Where the river meets the sea |
Let the memory of rising tide |
Come washing over me |
I saw fire consume the trusting |
With the victims still naive |
And so they bleed |
And so they bleed |
Take me to the tower |
Where false gods reside in peace |
Let them wither from the inside |
Watch their adoration cease |
Now with no more heroes left |
To cull the chaff among the streets |
The gates release |
The gates release |
Sing in grief, a requiem |
The curse of our millennium |
These souls keep whispering from the river beds |
An end to all these violent means |
Alive in these red water dreams |
Their haunted burdens stirring in my head |
On streets still running red |
Vicious thoughts are stirring |
And I hunger for their power |
Just to taste the opportunity |
To watch the elders cower |
When the waters fall below the ruins |
They’ll see their final hour |
But rain still showers |
The rain still showers |
Take me as the vessel |
To infect the whole charade |
I’ve come much too far to accept |
This society they’ve made |
In the corner of the wasteland |
Under storms of acid rain |
The last remain |
The last remain |
Sing in grief, a requiem |
The curse of our millennium |
These souls keep whispering from the river beds |
An end to all these violent means |
Alive in these red water dreams |
Their haunted burdens stirring in my head |
On streets still running red |
On streets still running red |
Most went in the flood |
A few were martyred by the flames |
Yet those who unleashed the waters |
Are still guilty all the same |
When the ignorance of puppets |
Serves the master’s larger game |
They let it rain |
They let it rain |
When I get the chance to rise |
I’ll find the light in their cold eyes |
Or lose myself and carry out revenge |
The righteous hunt has just begun |
The dimming of the bleeding sun |
Will let these waters run clear once again |
Sing in grief, a requiem |
The curse of our millennium |
These souls keep whispering from the river beds |
An end to all these violent means |
Alive in these red water dreams |
Their haunted burdens stirring in my head |
On streets still running red |