| From the dismal shore a full, abandoned light
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| To lead us to refuge or to our burial
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| Sight was foul and most unkind
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| The mist a vengeful phantom
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| To send us howling to the deadly fathoms
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| The mortal greed of their flock
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| Our fate, a vessel
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| To be impaled upon the rocks
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| And then we knew the siren must have sung
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| The spoils drift away as water fills our lungs
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| But we have risen as specters of the sea
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| To claim descendants of this treachery
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| But we have risen as specters of the sea
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| To claim descendants of this treachery
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| The mortal greed of their flock
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| Our fate, a vessel
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| To be impaled upon the rocks
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| Solo: Ellis
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| And on this night, the mist a vengeful phantom
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| To send them howling to the deadly fathoms
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| The gutless reign with crosses hung
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| Feeding our conquest on rusted flesh
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| And Hell’s disguise
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| Solo: Ellis
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| Solo: Malone
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| But we have risen as specters of the sea
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| To claim descendants of this treachery
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| But we have risen as specters of the sea
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| To end the reign of liars! |