I remember when you could wander there
When your feet walked on dry land
But that was back before the Waterers came.
Well, that’s what we called them
Always prophesying rising water
Change your ways, change your ways, else it’ll happen
Aye, and our lord will strike you down dead.
We didn’t believe those Waterer people
Didn’t want to change our ancestral ways
So the Waterers laid their curses on us
And the waters rose just as they said.
Now nought but the snakes live there.