Up high above the mountains;
where life seems to maintain;
where roses never fade;
where my life is relayed.
Heaven knows not such bliss;
immortal i am, i miss;
The seas laugh;
my heart wallows in pride.
Angels knocking silently;
my heart throbs happily;
A mortal solitude;
keeps all and sundry bemused.
Hell's fury is let loose;
who am i to choose;
For i stand with no mind;
my shield, be my hand.
Mortals yet we are;
who will bear the ark? ;
This battle is for one;
yet with her there are no guts.
Rivers and Oceans roar;
Thunders lit the skies;
The fury of my heart is avenged;
with the one i seek to end.
There is but one in my heart;
the ship knoweth not her might;
I shall go and sink;
just to see her blink.
Cherubims and Seraphims;
none compared to her whim;
Mortal yet i stand;
immortality i find in her loving arms.
Come and plead for me;
accross mountains of seas;
The valley of grief is aroused;
my love, my heart do not go.
Yet mortal i stand;
Glad to see i smile.
Yet mortal i stand;
my coffin stands afar.
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