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Set deep in the oceans, cliffs so high

The iron rising, through mud and bone

Ancient and dying, we live for the throne

The Island of Hate, the eye of the storm

You realise too late, it's Death at the helm

Surrendered to earth, waves crash and roll

You lay on the stone, the axe comes down

In the thicket of thorns, your blood is drawn

The rain pours down, pilgrims and plague

Your monasteries, are burning down

A cloud of red, a sinking crown