Morgoth The Art Of Sinking

growing up peacefull, strange to lies
deformed control, Is the power where it lies
Now do you ways, You are too wise
frosty comparison life
You, who is the prophet
Retrubution for you from
bring expendable pain, oppression loose
Seconds become days, depressive boots
See them marching
understand no point going down
Lost to suffer and to drown
navigating of machinery
In what we've ever been
Light from the art of sinking
Light from the art of sinking
So I don't understand why you talk to me