Like the metal but way much havier
are the hovering waves of the bass.
With the lightling the Ghost of the Savior
is now charging the water's face.
Now with lava theocean is brimming,
with high voltage the waters are live.
Oh, how blessed is the one who is swimming
in the bloodstream - the chosel to dive!
Warm and salty, the ocean is breathing.
Red as beauty and love is the flood.
It's the glee of the wave and of freedom -
It's ablution in Sacrosanct Blood.
So the fighter is singing while bleeding,
the gorehas ensanguined his face.
He is calling for love and for freedom -
with his voice low and hoarse as the bass.
With the lava his voice is now brimming,
neither death terrifies him, nor pain.
Oh, how blessed is the one who is swimming,
having dived there again and again!
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As the drum one's heart beats without fear.
And the joy is as full as the tide.
Having lengthened now - lower and nearer
to the sea are the waves of sun's light.
By the dawn battel noises have muted.
Sanguine disc newly lightens the field.
Bathed in Sacroscent Blood and abluted
the Black Obelisc shines as a shield.