---

Become one with the water

Become one with the sea

In waves' psychic graveyards

The tide pleads to let go and breathe

At the bottom of the Red Sea is where my father lives

I continue his journey on a vessel made by hand

Each day our home is getting colder

The sun is hunted, the moon will make you suffer

Those that came before me died in erythmatous waters

I overcome their fate into Arabia journey farther

Become one with the water

Summoned, Below the desert is a time of rain and green

I meet the shocking others

Their tools cut deep as their words are brief

My thoughts never wander from my fallen father

The ancient and the present are one