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Mist rolls down the Hills of the dreaming Dead
Corrosive Blood flows from a bleeding Head
A Viking's Grave can only be found in the Sea
A Man stands in the Ocean of self Discovery
These Waters are not for the human Eye
For it's the Ocean beneath the gold northern Sky
How could I forget the Serenade of Rotting Flesh
I kneel down in these Waters, over me Waves crash

Look at what Nature can provide but Man
Is destroying her by letting their Machines eat up the Riverside
The Rivers, The Streams, are turning Black
And the Magic of Life, they begin to lack
Man and Creature sip the now poisoned Nectar
Industry's Residue make these Waters black as Tar
Industry now kills everything
Northern Animals suffer from Man's Greed
Now look at the special Ocean, it's beginning to bleed

Looking into the Horizon
Industry has risen
For Man will kill
For who will fix and mend
For many lie dead
Where the River flows end

Nobody can replace what is lost, no more singing Birds
No more Fish to pick at my Skin as I kneel in the Water
Or to jump out the Water into the Air to catch Mosquitos in Flight
There is not even a Mosquito to bite me for they are all dead
I myself feel weak and sick, as I bury Nature's fallen Creations
Dead has a new Form and it is Man, look into his eyes and what do you see

It's Man...

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