Free the slave,

Opened eye,

Turning to the side in a awkward fashion.


Your men fall,

Your bodies die,

The places you feel happy dwindle.


Soak up the oceans floor,

Your greatest forgotten,

Forge a man in the fires.


Sink to the Bottom,


◄ Speaking softly

Reflection of the moon ►


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