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through the wallows of poisoned water

through the mists of ill longing i shall walk

to share my vision of demise

we leech on to the ashes with fires in our wake

need to comfort our languorous limbs

"black gold" as you call it is death in liquid form

closing your eyes will not simply unmake

claiming forces that we cannot tame

will greed and recklessness reign

till only ashes remain

secured by disbelief

above the blackened sea

see the biotope that we spoil

between the acid and soil

is where our fortune lies

beneath a blackened sky

on a seaside hidden from your sight

i've see their corpses washed ashore

black clad by the earthe's pouring blood

do you believe in afterlife

believe there's judgement for your failure and crime

then let old mammon be your guide

'cause i don't care what dream you live

noone will forget noone will forgive you