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White Mountain

The ship is sinking
I drown in silent waters
Vulture in the sky
Staring directly at me
Feasting upon the flesh of men
Beheaded figures upon sticks
Eyes wide open,brutally killed
Blood dripping from White Mountain
I make my way through dirt and mud
Bleeding out
Open wounds of the past
Revenge in my heart
Blade in hand
No one seems to understand
The hatred inside this man
My way of life is to kill
Hammer them down
Send them to their graves
Leaving none alive
Weeping for their lives
Cannot fly with broken wings
So I gravitate further down