The sun is creeping on the old black river...

[worldsilliestgoober]

"And the cold black ocean swallows up the bones,
of the senators and emperors, you can hear their moans.
When the storm's all over, and the blood's all gone,
Won't you stand with me and sing this song?

But if the sun never comes back
and we're stuck with night,
won't you come and join the fight?

[...]

The dock's in the shadow of the coming storm
Some say revolution will keep us warm
But the wind whispers to us
That we have to wait,
but it may already be too late."