Down in the deep, their lives are at stake.
For Heaven's sake, the souls, then raked.
It's fate, Sun Baked, we're true to our Word.
Like Horus, with a view, of that Old Ancient Bird.
Turn around, we salute, and say, "Yessir!"
Back at it, we ride, it eventually occurs.
A Serpent like Cherub, it grows then, thick fur.
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