With droopy eyes you see the water lilies
The fisherman has lost his catch, he is frail and bony,
The demons of the waters are now speaking to him
They speak of a sacrifice, an offering
The fisherman looks to the ground
She's precious to him, she rides on her back
Her arms like serpents around the waist
She thirsts for desires, it's a sacrifice
With droopy eyes you see the water lilies
The daughter is innocent, she is pristine
The water will embrace her beauty
The fisherman looks to the ground and
The preacherman raises his hands to the sky
She's precious to him, she rides on his back
Her arms like serpents around the waist
She thirst for desires, they speak of offerings
It's a sacrifice
Preacherman raise his hands to the sky
He speak of offerings, it's a sacrifice
With droopy eyes you see the water turn red
The daughter is pure, she's innoncent
The waters will embrace her beauty
She walks in and is never to return
The preacherman looks to the ground
She's precious to him, she rides on her back
Her arms like serpents around the shaft
She thirst for desires, she speak of offerings
It's a sacrifice