The Singing Fish of Batticaloa-The Mute Gods

The Singing Fish of Batticaloa - The Mute Gods Written by：Nick Beggs Can you hear the singing It's seems to be quite near Can't really tell where it's coming from But I know that's what I hear From the water it elevates And an echoes sound and on Sirens of atlantic bridge Bring a mournful song All in all We repent of all Living on the edge of the wheel Turn and turn while our fire still burning Coming to the edge of the deal They ring the bell in Saint Sebastian And the faith go near to pray With storm thoughts and shadowed heart They turned the ears away From the truth that surrounds us all From the war this come a tale Of great nations lost and found Aspiration born to fail Cast your eyes with the northern skies Something in the water's moving Glad you're here thus 'til dawn your here Something in the water bruting That he leave us for What will you fighting for People burn alive their Ash and bodies in the skies There's push under deep Trying one more to sleep Slow falling in their dreams Come your empty case The stain The fan The greats The rant The creeps The tears They fall This rain For years Hear this words will employ you Don't go see the end of time Goes near and you will fall down Cast your eyes to the northern skies Something in the water's moving Glad you're here thus 'til dawn your here Something in the waters bruting Don't you know We're a fair world Living on the edge of a wheel Time and time while the fire still burn Coming to the end of the deal