[ WP ] God of the dead river .

In the riverbed the lamb finally expire, his blood flow on the ground, soon I'm surrounded by it and my robe start to get red. The preparations are finished. 
 
 `` Oh sleeping one, somebody come to ask you a favor. Please awake by the fluid of life that run again in your bed. God of the dead river who ruled long ago, follow the new stream to the sea, you are no more prisoner of this dry place.'' 
 
 I give a sign to my teamate on the bank. The citern start to empty itself in the arid furrow and the water rush to me. I stay on my knees as the flow pass me washing the blood and carrying away the lamb's corpse. No presence can be felt here now, if all exorcism could go that well.
