Lyrics by Marrock

Darkness bearing down on you,
victim of the lower flume
escape away, we’ll make a game
familiar things are not the same
walk the ridge of mazes deep
Darkness follows, impending sleep
water rising at your feet
slowing you, prepare to meet
a loss of words as you turn ’round
when Darkness in the night has found
the channel walker running now
with nowhere left to go but down…