Rivers are running red
With scores of those I've led
To the place where their lives met their end
Never prepared
To comprehend the
Weight I'd bear
The time that
I would spare
The guilt that
We would share
Never to know the impact my mistakes would have
Over the ones I guided to the promised lands
Never content to be counted among their mass
To be less than a god among my fellow man
I bow to none
I bow to none
Rivers are running red
With scores of those I've led
To the place where their lives met their end
I walk among the dead
Forsaken and misled
In my efforts to arise while the world would descend
Never to know
Remorse for the
Place I'd go
Just to be
On the throne
The fear of
Overthrow
Never to shudder at the thought of corpses piled
Upon the steps to domination that I climb
Never hesitating to replace another life
With whatever ambitions to which I am then inclined
I will bow down to none
Until the day I am undone
I will be their god above
They will suffer, every one
Every single one
Clinging to me as I rise from the darkness
Failing always, recognize my intent
Failing always, to see the signs that are handed to me
As my greed, it leads each one to welcome their own deaths
The rivers running red now flow beyond their beds
Let this bloodflow rise, drowning the earth
Submerge all the sinners that dwell and roam
Rivers are running red
With scores of those I've led
To the place where their lives met their end
I walk among the dead
Forsaken and misled
In my efforts to arise while the world would descend