| The scratching nails of heavy storms
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| Ripped the ground one cloudy day
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| Resting souls were brought to life
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| They once again were on their way
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| They set their course for god knows what
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| As the heavens lit their way
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| The howling winds would cheer their fight
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| In the goddamned coffin regatta
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| Around the bend, is this the end
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| Yet another ship has sunk
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| This ship is made for soil and dirt
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| And not the hammer of the north
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| They set their course for god knows what
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| As the heavens lit their way
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| The howling winds would cheer their fight
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| In the goddamned coffin regatta
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| Chorus:
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| When the water was still and slept again
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| Between the two that saw the end
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| Oh, when the water was still and slept again
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| And they were crowned with yet a grave
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| I was there when this went down
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| But I could not feel a thing
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| Cause my coffin was the first
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| Through this cold and hellish race
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| They set their course for god knows what
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| As the heavens lit their way
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| The howling winds would cheer their fight
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| In the goddamned coffin regatta |