Darkness of endless waters.
Foamy waves beat against the hull.
Horrors from depth frighten us.
Thunder threateningly falls down.
in helplessness.
Our fear has come from abyssal streams.
Under the ships for centures.
And nausea begins...
Under the ships for centures.
Who are in the grief.
For many seasons.
And this will never end.
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