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FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES >> Merchandise Links
FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES
On the surface where we fought That's where your insides rot So with a blow to your bow, take on water A diver descends Hey, did no one tell you? Sunken ships belong underwater In their slow descent to the ocean floor They are so quickly forgotten So as you disappear into the night time waters How many will you take with you? So when your insides rot A diver descends in pursuit of riches As he drifts along your bow He will laugh at the gaping void That was the cause of your demise He will enter to find there is no treasure here Just a hollow mass of waste and death Take on water We knew you didn't have it in you (to sail among the ships)
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