I am the Flood
who drags the Dirt
and lives on it

She is the Soil
With whom I flirt
and rots with it

I am the Flood
who purifies
I guess, she calls me
The Lord of Lies

When I´m inside her
Feels like she is
Made of Storm
Feels like she´s made of Storm

I am the Flood
Who likes the Dirt
and sleeps with it

She is the soil
with whom I flirt
She rots within

I am the Flood
who purifies
She does not know
she´s fucking with
The Lord of Lies

When I´m inside her
Feels like she´s made of Storm
Feels like
she´s made of Storm

When I desire her
Feels like she´s
made of Storm
Made of Storm