When in pain I try to find
 A different plain on which to set my mind
 To distract it from this downword vibe
 And thereby avoid the lie
 The rushing tide has no remorse
 It might hold me if I cross its course
 But the suction of its waves
 Has taken many a mind to grave

 Last shred of hope.
 I cling to as I float.
 Through the lightless night...
 And here comes the tide...

 Grave and dark ? a dual pact
 Overpowering the ones who locked
 The energy to pull out of such mire
 Their very souls torlured by fire

 High tide ? in my soul
 No more darksome thoughts uproll
 Past are days when I was feeling numb
 Till the turn of tide will come

 When the tide is in I run
 Wash away my sins I come undone
 Trying to ignore the Sirens' call
 And into the void I fall
 The rushing tide has no remorse
 It might hold me if I cross its course
 But the suction of its waves
 Has taken many a mind to grave

 All panic's banned,
 Inhale and take a stand,
 Walk with me tonight
 But here comes the tide...

 Daylight returns ? but nevermore
 Returns the wanderer to the share
 One last time allures the Siren's calls
 And eternal darkness falls...