I bathe in the river of ruin,

My head held under the running water,

I cannot breathe as waves lap at the shore.

The snakes of defeat slither around me

As I crawl at the bottom of my wet grave.

My mind pleads with the god of my father

To deliver me from this terrible fate,

But the thorns of despair rake at my palms

And I am dead, forever there

At the bottom of the river of ruin.