I stand on the bloody steps of a church burned of nitre and rain, and I view only happiness
And I spread my body to accept the rain with open arms
"I love the moonlight,
I loath the sunshine for it blocks out the stars!"

I accept the tides changing, revealing disabled warships that drifted out to the triangular sea
And I open my eyes wide to accept the frozen spirits of old
"I love the water's wave,
I loath the depths of which it darkly descends!"

Can you once carry me to that land?

(Spotlights shine on the body of the victim's last stand)
"Unto thee my own sweet childe,
I've risen to thine own company,
To cherish a..."
Nobody cares for English that you cannot comprehend old man.
You waste the pen on withered words from a forgotten tongue.
"Bury beneath a facade of politics,
Your forgotten child of virgin sin,
He needs you not."
(Spotlights die under the illumination of Star's glare)

Can you once carry me to that land,
That traps my imprint in the mud,
That waits for my return,
Or will you just let me drop to my knees?

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