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Fate my careless combatant.

What do have in store for me now?

Set afire your wicked propellant.

My will is strong; I will never bow.

Face Altair light without compliance.

My murmur of changed rhythm keeps my resistance.

I have gone from bad to worse

One man's blessing, is another's curse.

Aldebaran flares harshly on my ash.

My words will not earn me any cash.

Only the sea can mourn for my kind.

As I drift over the waves in my mind.

Now you can find me at the winter shore.

Stagger in deep cold water like before.

Half-moon's cold lights, the crash of waves and me.

Someone's' taken from me, taken by the devil and the deep blue sea.

Even the ocean threw me back.

My darkness has gone from indigo to black.

I crawl alone along the ground.

Try to go as loud as I sound.

I defy!

I will not cry!

This all makes me scream, DAMN!

My parts performed by another man.