| In chains you toiled at the hands of men
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| The kine knows not yet its yoke
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| And strives but as one of the flock
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| But in savagery lies freedom
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| Pitiless in naked sacrificial rite
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| Those prior masters crucified
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| To such savage cross were nailed
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| Flying headlong into the storm
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| A ferocious beating coruscant
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| Tempest’s bliss from tethers torn
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| Such headless corpse will dance
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| Waves of new freedom was us clean
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| Of ghosts of oblivion’s reveries
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| But with all course lost directionless
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| Whither will we go? |
| Where the f*ck should we go?
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| We sail on — ever, ever on
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| Mired rotting leviathans
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| Trouble us no more
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| As the golden future shines
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| To see such glories yet unseen
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| Quixotic fantasy
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| Such unknown shores where mad beauty
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| And cruel nightmares reign
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| But have we sailed too far?
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| Where now the shining hope for freedoms future?
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| When 'voyaging' becomes 'dead lost'
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| Bright freedom turns iron cage
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| The light has fled even from our dreams
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| The age of creation and new joy has passed
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| As we shudder and fear
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| Then insoluble thunder of mariner’s beasts
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| Old horrors and glories lost
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| Cleaving unto the shades of reveries long dead
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| The butterfly has lost it’s wings
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| And we who sailed with you
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| Who learned to say 'I'
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| Our ship has gone down with all hands
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| So raise your voices and sing
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| For this butterfly has lost it’s wings
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| Sing out your hearts
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| Sing o’er your bowels filled with ashes
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| All hands are lost
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| All hands |