Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocences burn in flames
million mile from home, I’m walking ahead
I’m frozen to the bones, I am
soldier on my own, I don’t know the way
I’m riding up the heights of shame
I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I’m ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the [bad word] dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deads
The rising of the horns, ahead
This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands,
I’m frozen to the bones, I am
million mile from home, I’m walking away
I can’t remind your eyes, your face
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have [bad word]  away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
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