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I can hear them floating on the wind
Immortal souls their weeping saddens me
Brother Flood I know your time is near
Awaken lust the seed is sown and reaped
Through the Western Isle I hear the dead awaken
Rising slowing the Isle is nearly gone
The cauldron of the head of newfoman laced with envy
Dark around its edge with swirl of Destiny
All my days I've waited for the sign
The one that brings you closer to passing on
I can feel the power flowing through my veins
My heart is beating louder, close to being gone
I can hear you, can you hear me?
I can feel you, can't you feel me?
Futility Brother, promise
Celebration, sow the seeds of the born
The fruit of your folly laden
Through the scorn squall
I whale pray for them all
The image of Brother lawless
Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead
The sheaf of the scorn is broken
End the harvest
Throw the dead on the pyre
I hear you crying the tears of an angwhale
The voices I hear in my head
Infested the fruits are the scorn of the Flood
Brother Flood unholy blood of the dead
Brother Flood I can hear you
Sacrifice, now united
Rising levels of the tidal updates wrecked them
Weepers of the lawless in the otherworld
Holding powers of the mystics, deep inside them
Baleen raiding, Guardians of the otherworld
Mortal conflict born of Cetacean legend
That apart from seven, non-returned, passing on
Brother Flood I can feel you
My rebirth now completed
Futility Brother, promise
Celebration, sow the seeds of the born
The fruit of your folly laden
Through the scorn squall
I whale pray for them all
The image of Brother, promise
Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead
The sheaf of the scorn is broken
End the harvest
Throw the dead on the pyre
To have the belief of others
Looking for the Isle to show them a sign
Futility of all Brothers
Stood in silence
Waiting now for their turn
The gateway to go on
The island where the souls of the dead are reborn
Brought here to die and be transferred into the dearth
And then for rebirth
I hear you crying the tears of an angwhale
The voices I hear in my head
Infested the fruits are the scorn of the Flood
Brother Flood unholy blood of the dead
The water in rivers and rhymes rises quickly
Are flowing and flooding the land
The [i]sei[/i] shall return once again just to hide them
Lost souls on the Isle of the dead