How We Roam, We Die

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Our love is a thief of darkness and grief

Our grave proves the tale

The sea she’s cruel and will always rule

Storms will come, and we fail

Heave, heave, heave you bailers

Our love speaks once again

Heave, heave, drunken sailors

How we roam, we die

Our love is a beaute but a vexed bruit

Our grave proves the tale

The sea she’s cruel and always will rule

Storms will come, and we fail