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Lights off, down to the abyss

Going slow, to the eternal mist.

When earth and marble meet

I shall concede

Spirits for the sick, guide your way

Gather the ones you seek, won't go far anyway

Breathe.

Reach the bottom,

Stand your ground

I'm calling the lost,

The overthinking

The bedridden

Brothers forgotten

STAND YOUR GROUND!

When earth and marble meet

I shall concede

Spirits for the sick, guide your way

Gather the ones you seek, won't go far anyway

Breathe.