On the Death Spot of Balto.

He drew his last breath....

Drawing his last breath, Jenna cried.

Flaoting down the river.

life is low on the floor.

Further down the river

Further down, i drown.

Further down the river.

two week, i loved my lover.

In a boat, is impossible.

Will i make to shore, or will i drift into the unknown?

Further down the river.

Further down, i drown.

My eyes grow black...

Drifting away, and foating into the river.