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In the mud,
I wallow,
Through half hearted eyes: I swallow, down the scene.
Entrenched amidst, the artillery,
Of this barren waste land that I've discovered.
Never space to recover,
never space to rest
Just shell upon shell, upon my neck

All around I find the final scenes
Many fall on the battlefields
The smell of loss and grip of ends
The ache of bones that may never mend

The mortar's sentence
The coming endings
Every shot I take is as good as wasted
As is all that I've created

And so it all collides
And so it crumbles in the lines
Without a shred of mercy in the night
How will I,
survive?

Devil on your back,
Earth upon your shoulders,
Barrel to your neck,
Triggers coming closer.

Devil on your back,
Earth upon your shoulders,
Barrel to your neck,
Triggers coming closer.


And so I slip, and so I fall
Lying here in ashes and in dust
Broken.
Destined.

Through the haze I see the mass
I see the final ritual
My end.
Shall come.

But at the cusp of final ending,
the grace of lights descended,
Familiar hand in mine, in the grip of trust
From the end I rise

I WILL NOT GIVE UP.

I'm too far out
(out, too, far, now)
too close to give up!

I won't go down as a coward!
(I, won’t, go, down)
I made a promise:
To not give up,
To not give in.

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from Many Fathoms Below EP, released October 13, 2013

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