No Sails to be hoist in the Morning,
No Way - just empty Horizons.
And deaf is all Noise in the cold Spray,
But loud tears what comes in Mind...
tears what comes in Mind.

Slow rot all earthly Shells
Embrace a thousand Hells

Alone in a Pit with the Demons,
Engreased by festering Grotesque,
Immured every Limb without Movement
Long Nights 'till suddenly SmokeLasers light
'til Fires for the Count's Rise blaze bright


Lyrics submitted by Bobo192

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