Whatever's coming out to attack us
is missing, that that's what we've had enough of!
Reckoning we're up for one more fight but
nothing is left aboard to protect us.

Whatever's coming out to attack us
is missing that there's no more to be scuffed.
Cause all that is left for us is dangling
on and on till we pass on the thin string.

If I could see the point in all this pain, the sense of suffering,
I'd surely not give in.
If we could feel the sun up rising, a warming lighting,
we would not give in!

Nothing left but our last farewell,
since the day that god in heaven fell.
"Follow rivers find the seas", they tell,
but from the seas returns our helpless yell.

Will you be here with me as we see the
enemy coming close and arrive?
Is crying out, raising flags of defeat
and losing our lifes to them still the same thing?

If I could see the point in all this pain, the sense of suffering,
I'd surely not give in.
If we could feel the sun up rising, a warming lighting,
we would not give in!

Nothing left but our last farewell,
since the day that god in heaven fell.
"Follow rivers find the seas", they tell,
but from the seas returns our helpless yell.

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