Haux - The River Song

Fall, before the land
We'll make a stand
We'll make a stand

And home, is growing cold
You filled my heart
And left me bones

The river song
It fills our lungs
The river song
We sing it loud, as one

When hope, is all worn down
We'll hold ourselves
We'll hold ourselves

And time, is dragging on
I lose my place
In the bluest sage

And light, is shining on
The only place
The bluest sage

The river song
It fills our lungs
The river song
We sing it loud, as one