The Creek of the Dead - Deceased

It flows the obscene, a living death machine

Repent the day, this world first met your wondering mind

Stay at one with tears, the dark is near

It calls to you, now reach out

Amazed, as the wind is full and the night is day

Resist, to the golden sun and the virgin air

Release, as nature’s spell was cast on you

Defeat, as your haunted soul breaks its shell

Bringing out the plead of instant death

Take your life, cross the line, don’t be scared

Come to us

Below a wordly forest and beneath an awful sky

An always moving madness, creeps onward with the tide

A killer long and lasting, that washes all its sins

A silent shocking something, that draws us ever in

The creek of the dead, the creek of the waiting dead!!!

The sun shines on your worldless tomb

As life permits your soul to die

The creek it bathes, while nature blooms

With blood that flows, to bring new life

The life you gave is nothing now

While death reveals a sign of joy

The creek of the dead!!!