The Flood to Come

Nothing can turn me now
 Come the terror, come the turmoil
 Close over breath and bones
 On the tide will flow
 Rivers of vibrant life
 Come the fever to the dead soil
 Stream with my dormant dreams
 On the tide will flow 

Cold is the waiting stone
 Come the change, I'm sick with hunger
 Burn me and make me whole
 On the tide will flow, slow and sure
 Come the fall, the fall I long for
 Blind me and bring me home
 On the tide will flow 

Seed my world with auguries
 With agony and joy
 With fear to hold my spirit down
 And glory yet to come 

So will be the day
 On the tide will flow
 Out from our eyes
 Out from our feeding hands
 No pain and no penitence
 No word to hold the flood to come 

Burn me and make me whole
 Blind me and bring me home
 On the tide will flow