Burrow - Wooden Flesh | Текст песни

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Hurricane tears battered sails,
Monster leaned out its tentacles.

Not a good day to die,
Now isn't that time!

Sea opened it's mouth
To swallow my wooden flesh,
Thousands of hungry eyes
Looking from the depths.

Lower the sails, turn against wind!
Arm your harpoons, slay the damn beast!

All doubts aside!

Waves sing the requiem!

Fear and despair embrace and choke
Those who were not swept overboard.

Beast circles around
And feeds those who were found wanting,
Sorting out champions
To make a feast of them!

Struggling only postpones demise,
There is no need to raise the price!

Vain attemps dramatising...
Get off the deck, make the nightmare end!

All doubts aside!

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