Oh, for the sea
ever weeping for the darkness.
Beneath its taunting skies so scarlet
let the blame lie with the dead.
Let it lay there, let it fester
not a soul would dare refuse
not a soul would lift his head.
The blood drips from their fingernails
Not an innocent remains.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
Oh, for the sea
ever weeping for the darkness.
Beneath its taunting skies so scarlet
let the blame lie with the dead.
Let it lay there, let it fester
not a soul would dare refuse
not a soul would lift his head.
The blood drips from their fingernails
Not an innocent remains.
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