Waterhells - Korovakill

No Sails to be hoist in the Morning

No Way — just empty Horizons

And deaf is all Noise in the cold Spray

But loud tears what comes in Mind…

Tears what comes in Mind

Slow rot all earthly Shells

Embrace a thousand Hells

Alone in a Pit with the Demons

Engreased by festering Grotesque

Immured every Limb without Movement

Long Nights 'till suddenly SmokeLasers light

-'till Fires for the Count’s Rise blaze bright