| So the light hides in the clouds and in fumes
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| Its bleeding red glare burns their eyes
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| Amidst the waves and waters, wise stare down
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| Their liquid doom buries their cries
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| So they stand on the last of the mountains
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| Battles rage for their final towers
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| Screaming to the heavens
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| Oh, behold the rising sea, the fall of powers
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| They behold the truth
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| For aeons unseen
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| When the storms have gathered
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| Under surface serene
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| Events like steps in a fastening pace
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| Towards the end of the human race
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| Then lands engulfed in storms of wrath
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| Suddenly, an ending silence
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| Nothing left for bird to land
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| Now ground left for earthly violence
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| From the waves a form now rises
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| The dancer of death and birth anew
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| In the oceans a new lord now festers
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| Spawning sons from its genetic brew
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| Ascend the kings of the darkest depths
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| Enter an era of aquatic might
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| Rulers, elders, keepers of wisdom
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| Ancient forms from the tidal night
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| The final day of life on ground
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| Spiteful beings to earth were bound
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| We knew nothing orders of things
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| Of archaic power the sea now sings
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| They behold the truth
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| For aeons unseen
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| When the storms have gathered
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| Under surface serene
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| Events like steps in a fastening pace
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| Towards the end of the human race |