Deep in the water, your chances little. A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Pretty cool if you sing it like link...Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly you will die
And when again the sun leaves you will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide you from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow you earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A capa of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away A capa of ash, a burn streaked...
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