Because when shallow waters drown seas
The world spins on its tilted axis with new mortality in its ancient bones
Humanity will find a new home in dead roots foreseen
For an old reckoning fought with stolen souls
Drown out the earthen spirits with alike faces, new veins
Cry the false creator's name
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