Break through the shallows
And the ruins
Ancient runes call your name and
Call you home
Behemoth
Son of the fiend
But your feet are tired from wandering and I
Have a spot on my old couch
You keep me up late
Sharing stories of the bristling Leviathan
As we remember our days
In hell
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