As I stand on the hull,
the skeletons emerge and pull
the maiden down into the depths below
where only death lurks and monsters bellow.
With one tongue, us they accuse
sins of ages past still bruise.
A battle breaks out
in the midst of the ocean
between us and our doubts
and death has won.
Beneath the ocean into the depths, they drag
what would I do for light, even a crack.
The darkness below and the light above
the light below and the darkness above.
Remorseless, emotionless
merciless, and ruthless.
And then, our sins are read aloud
and punishments are decreed
for too long we have been in the shroud
it's finally time that we payed our fees.
Screams that tremble and burrow
only increase our regret and sorrow,
for we know that forgiveness is none
and what is done, is done.
High above on the hull,
it's all games and fun,
but deep in the darkness
there is the grave of jests.
An eternal damnation, with no parole
what can I say? for me it's a fine stroll.
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