The 20th Century Was Entirely Mine - Fear Before The March of Flames

On the surface where we fought

Thats where your insides rot

So with a blow to your bow, take on water

A diver descends

Hey, did no one tell you?

Sunken ships belong underwater

In their slow descent to the ocean floor

They are so quickly forgotten

So as you disapear into the night time waters

How many will you take with you?

So when your insides rot

A diver dscends in pursuit of riches

As he drifts along your bow

He will laugh at the gaping void

That was the cause of your demise

He will enter to find there is no treasure here

Just a hollow mass of waste and death

Take on water

We knew you didn’t have it in you

(to sail among the ships)