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lyrics
"It’s cold / beyond our mother shore," / breathed the old man / from his time torn throat
Aged tongue / loosened with each pull / of the bootleg rye / I had slipped in his hand
The air here is seasoned with the rust of our temples / the ash of our script, how it painted my eyes the night we were ministered / our drastic / deliverance / send every child to their grave
I was the sovereign / of a humble people / Gentle my rule / sympathetic my hand / barren the womb / of our ocean / arid were the grounds / which secured our harvest
Came a vessel / of astounding antiquity / enveloped in an aura of grey / flying a flag of unknown origins
Eccentric initiation / a high priest / with a bizarre penchant for exotic deviltry / I confided in him my concerns for my people and home
I was enlightened of / a wild spectre / who trode upon our grounds / and his displeasure / our long divorcing him / our prayers and rituals / he thrust before my eyes / old tattered manuscript
In characters far removed / from decipherable alphabets