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(yeah) (mhmmm) Heavy boots on the timber floor.
(stomp) Card sharp cornered by the door.
(hey) Iron knuckles, muddy tide.
No place left for you to hide. (nowhere)
We hold the line,
we ride the flood!
This stubborn pride is in the blood!
Drag us down beneath the foam,
This river's gonna carry us home!
Splintered wood and broken glass.
(shatter) Watch the shadow-men go past.
(go) One fist high,
one eye shut.
Fighting dirty in the gut. (fight) (thump-thump) (thump-thump) (go!) (home...)
(into the deep...)