| Stakes at low tide, you’ll see
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| Run aground comfortably
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| Don’t sleep, never die
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| A sigh from deep will rise
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| Hunted down, rampent tide
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| Don’t you see the moon will rise
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| Sing now, come what may
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| Tonight the beast be slain
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| Stake down, Flooding tide
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| As you sleep you hear no rhyme
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| It swims towards first-light
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| We hunt our pray tonight
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| Morning breaks across the sand
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| Loud cries and clapping hands
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| Crimson-soaked crashing waves
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| We pray our lives be saved
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| Dragon speared amidst the stakes
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| A frightful scream does make
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| For three days Dragon pained
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| The serpent now be slain |