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Driven by conclusiveness, |
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a wreck emerges from the far. |
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It's burning red and danced |
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around by flames and will |
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take our foes to where we are. |
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Ember sea, we grab for the horizon |
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and put the tyrants to the torch. |
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And only the ashes on the water |
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will be a token of what went forth. |
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The sounding howls of our last |
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stand will echo for decades from |
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every wave. The mourning friends |
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might meet us soon again, |
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in the spoken legends of the brave. |
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Ember sea, we grab for the horizon |
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and put the tyrants to the torch. |
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And only the ashes on the water |
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will be a token of what went forth. |
