Korovakill - Waterhells lyrics

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No Sails to be hoist in the Morning,

No Way - just empty Horizons.

And deaf is all Noise in the cold Spray,

But loud tears what comes in Mind...

tears what comes in Mind.

Slow rot all earthly Shells

Embrace a thousand Hells

Alone in a Pit with the Demons,

Engreased by festering Grotesque,

Immured every Limb without Movement

Long Nights 'till suddenly SmokeLasers light

-'till Fires for the Count's Rise blaze bright