Seasick

Plagued by insomniac doze
Vagrants cross the line on every step

Downpour falling on soil washes trails for wandering souls
It is time for shattered selves to gather despite walls of callous waves

In pitch dark voices raise even higher than the howls of the seas
Furrows of mud will lead the way to the Sun

For the horde that crawls the sludge is skin
The horde crawls through Hell



Credits
Writer(s): Julien Andral
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