Walking Down Their Outlook - High Tide

Have you met the gods who have to die?

Served by all and feared by those who cry

Wisdom in the form of tears

Brought to them in cups of fear by you

Wake me from this evil night

Shatter it with rays of light

Through which we’ll take to flight

Shedding the nightmare

Nowhere can you run nowhere to hide

Walking down the outlooks they provide

Grave is my love she knows why

We shall live, and never die, do you?

Wake me from this evil night

Shatter it with rays of light

Through which we’ll take to flight

Shedding the nightmare