| The waters rage in the angry sea
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| Full of fury the waves crashing down on me
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| Hell is on the horizon and closing in
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| Fear and doubt replace hope
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| As our future begins to dim
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| Death calls our name from the black abyss
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| The deep beckons our flesh, the great weakness
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| As this voyage of conquest begins to close
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| A great sadness consumes all I’ve ever known
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| This vessel once strong bent on conquering
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| Starts to crumble, revealing its frailty
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| Our greatest fears are realized
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| Our doom approaches, time to die
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| All is lost, the death of hope, no
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| Behold the Archegos, Savior of the lost
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| He anchors us to shore, with strength, our weight, he bore
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| The grip of death defined
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| By grace we will survive
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| Dark waters full of wrath
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| We leave behind, never look back
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| Never look back
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| Pulled out of hopelessness, a life destined to burn
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| Dark clouds are cleared away, reveal the rising sun
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| I hear these words:
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| «Face your fears, search your heart, seek the truth, trust in hope»
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| Death could never hope to drown this love |