Deluge

Inert. Without a care
Unbalanced. Solitaire
The unsettling calm becomes harrowing, yet I hark the words from your watery grave
It's harrowing, so harrowing
Yet I hark the words...
From Abysm, that's declared you, but we'll converge in this squall
Abysm... has declared you, but we will meet again!

So, descend upon me, and I'll be freed (She is in the rain!)

Devour, sweet tempest
Vitality relinquished, as I enfold the void

We are one



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fry
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