Under a lake with no name
Lays the bones of those who came
Before the springtime rain
Swelled the great waters
They danced around fires
As the flesh perspires
With obsidian desires
Entrancing sons and daughters
The ardent strike the anvils
Buried in the thorns and brambles
Brighter than a thousand candles
Burning on the holy altars
The beast he rises swiftly
Over waters dark and misty
The deluge consumes the guilty
And the innocent he slaughters
Now lonely ghosts watch the waves
The departed children all enslaved
To a sodden argil grave
Under a lake with no name