| Song | The Rising Tide |
| Artist | Job for a Cowboy |
| Album | Doom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide. Attachment. | |
| They drift against a now reddened sea. | |
| These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose. Dozens of corpses buried at sea, | |
| they swim in their graves. | |
| They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment, the tide rises, the tide breaks. | |
| I hope I have made my last point, for the weak have fallen and I now stand alone. They now all swim in their own |