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Ethereal breaths propel the boat to soar

A’ glimmer with the coming of the new dawn;

My blood-shot eyes with hate espy the boatswain at the helm…

I recognize that pale and tortured face

Ploughed with grim lines: my own visage!

Black hatred stirs within me

And my fists clench with intent

To rage against myself!

What right does he have to escape before me to the light?

Vengeance shall be mine at last,

I swear!

Wild, like a storm,

The lust for red deeds Wakes in me!

For too long I’ve crept here unseen…

Now the Sun is mine!

No more shall Fate grind me in her crimson maws of steel;

Now the Sun is mine!

Its flames put out by the red rain from my knife…

Now the Sun is mine!

Free at last, reborn from death,

Thrust Me

As a comet from on high (flung) in divine wrath:

I’ll rule the realm where once I served…