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Down Beneath The Tides

Beneath the tides of the washout Beneath the tides of the washout Beneath the tides of the washout The saving down, the saving down, the saving down

Acting on the instinct Of self haphazard yet You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout Beneath the tides of the washout The shaving down

against the tide, yet you drowned in the sky. You whispered to make a sound, and you crawled to reach the ground. You held your head up high, yet you duck beneath

With history, your bluest grace Falls apart, cascading down Speak to me of beautiful hate Of island chains swept with the tide The coral leis of a conquering

strain upon his saddle Had ne'er been put before And the cinches gave beneath him And he fell beside Lenore When the girl fell from her saddle She had dragged the blanket down

slip inside your well of souls to drift out with the tides. The writhing, breathing, ragged holes hang like children in my eyes and hold me down beneath

Gul-Kothoth to the ground! [The Imperial War-Skalds:] An age of fire, sword and shield, The thunder of the battlefield, The clarions call, bring down

by the dark ones, five wraiths met their deaths beneath the slaughterfall of royal steel. And yet it was not enough. Like a slithering tide, the shadows

Why do you sit in silence When there's a whole world waiting Between these islands I lay my love down to make you this bridge But when the tide runs