Sailing through a neve ending sea,
with my fate, all that i can see,
Is a still-growing horizon, upside down,
Ready to grasp, everything that's thrown.
It's like hell here,
With all my strength, that I can hear,
Is a heavy footstep coming closer,
Which you will tear you apart,
And that really shivers.
While trying to cross the fence,
With my nerves, all that I can sense,
Is the whispers of destruction,
Moving faster in fraustration.
Right in the middle of the bay,
Fighting with the angry wind,
All that I can say,
Is that there's no other way,
It's the APOCALYPSE,
Moving faster towards its pray !!
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