FT

The cloak will soon push
To a souvenir that I will roll in a coral
Under the flora you will find darkness, darkness

Your salt will burn in my wounds
In the depths I will touch the volcano
Remembering you will disarm me
And the same interval will turn, repeat, melt

Through my window I will filter your salt
Touching the glass sinking into your evil

The ship will soon push
My blood will roll in the walk
Under the farce you will find darkness, darkness

Your salt will burn in my wounds
Reaching the bottom uniting darkness
Reaching the bottom uniting darkness