Low Tide - O'Death

Worth handed down

Some sacred plane

And still by age

You’ve done to me

What I could not

And ripped the earth

From out its flesh

I’d mine the ground

To free her yet

Behind the call

I plant the face in water

I held her broken feet

I taught the wave that caught her

Now she is yours to keep

Oh god my hate

Could fill the air

With open wounds

With vacant stare

I heart the heat

I caught the waves too

You’ve done to me

Not all the base too

I plant the face in water

I held her broken feet

I taught the wave that caught her

Now she is yours to keep