Slaving for my   solace of mind, 
digging in the sand   tilll there's blood on my hands, 
Careless to the state I'm in,  I've so long been alone.
I've so long been alone.
I can't go on. 
Rain down, rain down.  
Cleanse my soul. Flow like a river.
Forging insight  by pagan torchlight, 
in cadence warlike,
We draw tears from the sky, 
because the [bad word] dry. 
Rain down, rain down.  
Cleanse my soul. Flow like a river.
I've spread out my seed, its gone in all directions.
It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy
And heaven has been swallowed by the desert.
In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky,
This course keeps getting harder, the more I try.
I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry, 
As they open their eyes to see the world's decay. 
This world's a tomb. 
There's a clamor in my heart and 
its over, where is my prize,
over, where is my prize, 
my promised prize?
Forging insight  by pagan torchlight, 
in cadence warlike,
We draw tears from the sky
Rain down, rain down.  
Cleanse my soul. Flow like a river.  x3